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Part 1

The following text contains a few notes and explanations that may seem useless to readers from the Stellar Commonwealth; that text was written for a journalist back on earth. But, since exchanges have been almost non-existent between earth and the Stellar Commonwealth since the Orbital War decades ago, I don’t know how he heard about me or my peculiar works. Apparently, he thought (and rightly, I might add), that this could be some solid insight on how society works in the Stellar Commonwealth Convoy (SCC).


My name is Alexandre Levenez (it’s pronounced le-vay-nay, it’s French).

My main drive in life, my fuel, was resentment. I was born right after the legalization of eugenics, but I was part of the 5% of kids conceived outside of the eugenics protocols. I was shorter, more slender, less beautiful, and (supposedly) less intelligent than eugenically conceived children. I was determined to prove the world wrong on at least one point. I studied hard, and it paid off. I was the head of each and every one of my classes, including the sports ones.

In our system, the better your school results are, the higher you are placed on the list, in order to pick your specialization. That then, will determine the work you’ll do. Each specialization has limited chairs in order to ensure a fair and efficient allocation of the work force across the wide spectrum of human activities the SCC requires. At 17 years old, I was top of the list, and I picked cosmetic bioengineering, which basically consists of altering the appearance of people through various methods, from surgery, to injections, and occasionally nanites (nanomachines).

The only reason I picked this specialization is that, for as long as I can remember, I’ve had, a fetish for size. I loved males; massive, muscular, hung males. And I knew that a job as a cosmetic bioengineer (or fleshmancers, as we’re called behind our backs) would give me the ability to build muscle men by the dozen.

By the time I graduated at age 24, I held two patents in nanite technology (including one on muscular and structural development algorithm), had a steady, comfortable income, as well as a solid reputation. I only worked through nanites; it was faster, stable, and allowed seamless work. Silicone and injections leave nasty marks, they don’t last, and they look weird sometimes. So, when at 25 years old I opened my own business, I specialized in male body enhancement, exclusively through nanites, I hit the jackpot. I had my own spaceship which served as both a home, and an office, and was part of the Stellar Commonwealth Convoy, which was a huge achievement.

For a time, I was happy as can be. Dozens of handsome men were coming to my office every day. Each one was getting naked in front of me, asking for more muscles, larger dicks, and perkier butts. Money was pouring into me, from both work and patents, and I had suitors (hot ones!) lining up to see me. Not to brag, but I was, and still am, quite handsome. Now, obviously I had touched up my body to give myself a tight waist, broad shoulders, an overall muscular body. I looked like a 5’8”, 177 lb, lean gymnast, with a 10 inch dick. My face was the only thing I didn’t modify; I never alter faces. Even with nanite interventions, faces are too intricate and modifying stuff just breaks their harmony (except in really desperate cases). I was lucky, as my face turned out ok while growing up. It is a regular oval shape, with sharp features, blues eyes, short dark hair and with a few freckles, I had boyish looks despite my age. Why not taller? Why not larger? Well, I wanted to be the small one, and I loved that people still thought my body was natural (a harmless vain little lie).

At 27 years old, I was bored. I was building “Ken dolls” all day long. The guys I build during daytime, were the same guys that took me out at nighttime. Maybe they weren’t... I couldn’t tell. They all looked the same to me: same abs, same pecs, same arms, same butt, same dick. Nothing too big. Just enough to make it look like they hit the gym twice per week. They all had high cheekbones, square jaws, full lips, and those pretty heads, which were all filled the same way.

It all changed the day Angus McKnight walked into my spaceship. Even people from the Stellar Commonwealth might not know who he is. But not me...I was a fan! I have been since puberty. Angus is one of the most famous bodybuilders this side of the galaxy, and I’ve had my fair share of jerking sessions thinking of him. He was from the Scottish Faction of the Stellar Commonwealth Convoy. He was 5’9, carrying over 300lbs of muscle, with bright ginger hair and an angular face with strong features. He was 37 at that time, and he was the hottest thing I had seen in my life. We sat in one of the salons, a white lacquered room with geometric furniture and a gigantic window through which an arm of the galaxy could be seen. A drone placed a tray on the coffee table with two mugs of tea, cream and brown sugar. Unrefined products are hard to come by, so this was a bit tacky, but I was new money after all.

“I heard yer the best in the business for muscular development” he said with his strong Scottish accent and deep voice.

“Not to brag, but I am indeed. What can I do for you?” I asked, trying to hide my obvious excitement.

“Ye can’t do much for me, mate” He picked up a mug and dropped half of the pot of cream (and way too much sugar) in it.

I smiled and picked up my mug. I can still see the look of shock and horror on his face, as I started sipping the black unsweetened liquid.

“Ye see,” he carried on, “cosmetic bioengineering is forbidden in bodybuilding.”

“I had no idea.”

“Aye. All the guys would be as big as me. That wouldn’t be any fun, would it?”

“Well, there’s a question of plasticity coefficient. There would still be huge disparities of size and overall shape and symmetry...” My rant died in my throat, as I realized Angus was giving me a blank stare. ”Not everyone can grow the same with nanites. Everyone has a different size threshold, and not everyone can easily get modified. That’s what a plasticity coefficient indicates: the higher the better,” I summed up.

“Oh... well... that could be fun, but that’d just be a willy contest,” he said with a bright smile.

“Who doesn’t love a good willy contest?” I answered. Angus burst out with laughter.

“Aye, but I still have a wee bit of career to go before ye can grow my muscles! No, I have a special request: I just bought a vassal and I was wondering if ye could... ye know... pimp my ride.”

That was a first. ”Sure” I said, unable to prevent my left eyebrow from arching up. “Is he with you?”

“Aye, do ye wanna have a look at him?”

“Yes, please.”

For those of you who do not know what a Vassal is, I should take time to enlighten you. This is one of the most important socio-economic aspects of the Stellar Commonwealth Convoy. Raising human beings is an investment and since the SCC has limited resources, killing people is considered a crime against SCC. That applies to SCC itself, which means the death penalty doesn’t exist, and crimes are punishable by fines, temporary imprisonment, or vassality. Vassality means being stripped of your human status and your memory,while your free will is confiscated. You become a commodity that can be sold to others, to be used in taking care of domestic matters ranging from housework to acting as a sex toy. People can choose to become a vassal; however those cases are quite rare. Vassality is one of the cornerstone of the SCC’s apparent prosperity, and thanks to eugenism, we are in no shortage of vassals. I’ll save that point for later, though, because I don’t want to drown you in information (or useless digression, depending on which side of the orbital ring you leave).

Angus and I moved back to the lobby. It was soft grey, in waxed concrete, with a vegetal wall on the left side, and a huge desk made of real teak wood faced the door of the docking area. Soft white light poured in from the luminescent ceiling. The doors opened and Angus’s vassal walked in. He was too old to have been eugenically conceived, but he was still gorgeous. The lines on his faces were giving him a lot of charm. Dark hair, slightly thinning, probably due to a huge amount of testosterone. The man was hairy and muscular, with a bull neck, broad shoulders, and a little layer of chub hiding his abs. Basically though, his belly was flat, he had huge legs, and a massive ass. He wore nothing but a pair of white cotton briefs that hugged his nicely filled basket.

Angus and I exchanged our intracranial communication terminal (ICT) details. It’s basically a computer with an internet connection inside a SCC resident’s heads. We use this to communicate privately, to exchange data and documents, and it allows augmented reality layers in our vision field. I accessed his vassal’s ICT and his body data appeared in augmented reality. He was 35 years old, 6’4” tall, 204 lbs, 11% bodyfat, and an 8 inch dick. ”Wow” was all I could say. Angus was beaming like a proud father.

“He was a bargain ye know, everybody wants eugenics ones. Regular one don’t sell.”

I snorted...Eugenics had been the “regular” ones for the past 20 years.

“I’m surprised ye don’t have one,” he added.

“How do you know I don’t?” I asked.

“If ye had one, you’d not have drones carrying tea,” he said smiling.

I moved my attention to his vassal. A few tattoos, slightly blurred and fading, ruins of a former life. A woman’s name inside his biceps, some generic tribal thing on his flank, numbers...

“Do you want me to do something about those?” I asked, pointing out the tattoos.

“Aye that’d be nice.”

“I could redensify his hair too” I offered mechanically.

“Err.. I actually like it that way.” Angus said bashfully.

“Alright, let’s assess his plasticity coefficient.” I booted my program and scanned Angus’s vassal. After it was done, a 67% prompt appeared in augmented reality next to vassal.

“Hmm” I was a bit disappointed.

“Is this good?” asked Angus.

“It’s not that bad, I guess. I could get him as big as you maybe, perhaps drop his bodyfat a little and do some slight improvement on his muscular structure”.

“Sounds cool! Grow him to his max!” said Angus. I was slightly taken aback by his enthusiasm. He blushed and added, “You can keep his body fat as it is.”

“Sure,” I smiled. “I generally schedule an appointment for enhancement procedures, but since it’s a vassal, maybe you could leave him here for 24h and pick him up afterwards. I’ll give you a call when he is ready.”

“Fair enough,” Angus said, with a broad smile. We dealt with a little paperwork and then Angus left.

It was a slow afternoon and I set to work on Angus’s vassal the moment he left. I disabled his mnemorecorder before I did anything else. I didn’t want the procedure recorded, and most importantly, I planned on having a little fun with Angus’s toy and he didn’t need to know that.

I stripped the hairy hunk of his briefs, cupping his large balls and big softie. The numbers prompted again: Soft—7inches; Hard—8 inches; 2 ½ inch diameter. I played with his flaccid dick an got my nose in his armpit and inhaled deeply.

“You can get hard buddy,” I said. Blood rushed to his dick like a faucet had been opened and soon, I could feel the girthy rock-hard monster between my fingers. Not letting go of his dick, we left the lobby for the forge, my working space. I was leading him by his dick, and all he could do was moan and leak on the expensive floors.

We entered the forge It was a white cubic space, with no furniture, and no light source could be seen. You could just see the faint angles of the room and shape of the door. Apart from that, it was a perfect, blank canvas. A panel on the wall opened, and a hypodermic gun was inside. I grabbed it and move toward the vassal.

“Flex your biceps for me please,” I asked. He complied and as his muscular biceps rounded up delightfully, I applied the gun to it, shooting a dose of nanites inside him. He winced, but did not say a word.

“Okay, let’s see if it works.”

I connected my ICT to the network of the workroom. The nanites had already mapped his whole body and they were already processing the data. I started with something simple: his skin took on a healthier glow; his tinct unified, his grain got finer, and the tattoos were fading. In seconds there were gone and the vassal was looking much better.

I removed my clothes under his bovine gaze. Once naked, I moved close to him, stood on the tip of my toes to kiss him, and was surprised when he kissed me back, putting his meaty paws on my narrow hips.

“Pick me up, slide me on your dick, and fuck me,” I ordered. His hands slid along my body, and up under my armpits. He lifted me like was nothing.

As I helped him to align his dick with my hole, he lowered me gently onto himself. His girth was delightful. It filled me up. I had done a few modifications to my hole, so it was always ready for action and it didn’t matter if you were 5 inches or 20; it would fit perfectly inside me.

I let the beefy man fuck me for a while, lifting me and then lowering me like a toy, before deciding it was time for real work. The stats of the vassal prompted next to him in black, contrasting with the white room.

“Let’s grow you first” The frame of the vassal started to grow up. I felt myself lifted higher, inch by inch.

Soon, he had grown from 6’1” to 6’8”, and the number turned grey. I was already at its max. At 210 pounds now, he was slightly heavier due to his taller body. However, it was time to give him some serious size.

He muscles started to expand at my will. He moaned deeply, and I realised it was the first time I had heard his voice.

“Put me on the ground, stay inside me, put my legs on your shoulders and keep fucking me,” I commanded. The now 226-pound muscle-man lowered me gently, following my instructions. He kept fucking me, and I watched as his muscle grew to 250lbs.

At that point, he was seriously big. His pecs were big slabs; I had modified their shape by making them slightly squarer. His arms were as thick as my athletic legs. His shoulders were already 4-feet wide.

“Fuck me stronger,” I moaned.

“Yes, sir,” he growled. Picking up the pace, he began going deeper, and pulling out almost all the way, before slamming it back in.

He had grown to 278 lbs., but he was still lacking muscular definition, and I actually loved it. He was now a huge muscle bear. He was sweating profusely, his bigger body was now harder to cool down.

His growing physique was slicked with sweat and it was dripping on him to his crotch, then sliding along his wide cock and into my ass. His sweat was lubricating us. He was 302 lbs, panting heavily and looking bloated with muscle. Surprisingly, he was still growing. Not as fast, but still undoubtedly growing.

He kept on pounding me for ten minutes, with his sweaty dick making obscene suction noises in my ass. Finally, the number of his weight turned grey; he had capped at 316 lbs.

“Nice, and now for the grand finale,” I said. The 8’’ stat displayed next to him turned into 8â…›’,’ then 8¼’’, then 8½’’. The girth increased too. Soon, I lost track of the numbers, and only felt that, inside me, he was taking more and more space. Stretching me further. His balls augmented too, slapping across my butt. He started howling like an animal and I gathered enough of my spirits to watch the number on display turn grey at 13¼” long and 4½ diameter.

The moment it was finished growing, he lost control and came inside me. I felt four strong jets shooting inside my ass, and then the enhanced bull collapsed on me, convulsing under the strength of his orgasm. The 316 lbs of muscle came crashing down on top of me, knocking the wind out of me. His monster cock plopped out of my hole, splattering cum all over the floor.

I wriggled my way out from under him, and I spent the next hour fine-tuning his body. After that, we left the workroom so that the drones could clean up the mess. I showered with the vassa; he was so big now that he couldn’t have cleaned himself anyway. I cleaned him thoroughly.

He was boned and ready for action again, his 13¼ inches monster dick pumped and ready for action. He squared his shoulders, trying to look bigger than he already was, knowing that it would turn me on. Seeing him do that made me laugh softly. Vassals don’t have much of a personality, they just retain a few traits from their former self. However, it is merely a distant echo of the human being they once were. That thought was a bit of a cockblocker, and instead, I left the bathroom and headed for bed. He followed me to my bedroom like a lost puppy, and as I climbed into my big, lush bed, he looked at me pleadingly. I sighed, remembering that vassals had no free will.

“You may come in the bed,” I relented. He did as told, and I grabbed him, cuddling the mantoy like a huge teddy bear.

I awoke the next morning feeling heat radiate from him. The musky smell of the vassal was everywhere.

I got up, and he did so too. I slid on a pair of clean, brightly-colored briefs and went to the lobby with the huge vassal on my heels. Once there, I picked up his white briefs and tossed them to him.

“Put those on buddy,” I said, and then left to the kitchen where I grabbed a mug of black coffee. He stood by the table waiting for instructions. Vassals have been denied the privilege to eat, but they don’t need to. They got a quantic battery, which basically downloads nutrients into their bodies, making sure they get the energy they need and that they don’t die of scurvy. Some humans had a similar system, but despite it being convenient and economic, most people declined. Food was an important part of human culture and it could not be wiped that easily. I would digress and point out that in the French Unionship, I grew up with the idea that, preferring a quantic battery to 3 meals a day, was outrageous.

I mused on that for a while, before reactivating the vassal’s mnemonic recorder and sending a vocal message to Angus.

“Mr. McKnight, you can come and pick up your vassal.” The vassal’s face lit up when hearing the name of his master. “He is quite well, and the procedure was a success.”

Only 30 seconds later, I received a message from Angus.

“I’m on my way, I’ll be here in a half hour mate” he was obviously excited!

I sent the vassal to the white salon and got myself dressed in a slick black vinyl business suit and a white shirt. 20 minutes later, Angus was docking his space shuttle to my spaceship. I entered the lobby at the same time he did. He wore a kilt with a black and green tartan, and with a white shirt hugging his perfect massive torso. As I moved to shake his hand, he opened his arms and engulfed me in a bear hug. I was hard beyond measure. That living fantasy of mine was crushing me in his arms, against his pecs and 300lbs of rock-hard super ripped muscle grinding me.

I managed to free myself and as I tried to regain composure I regretted my clothing choice. The sleek vinyl was making my hard-on very obvious. Angus was hard too, and I could see the front of his kilt pushed by his boner.

“Follow me, he’s waiting in the salon” I said catching my breath.

“Aye,” Angus said. I could feel his gaze on my butt as we walked to the salon. It was almost a relief to get there, where the vassal was waiting.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed, as he almost ran to his precious vassal. He started pawing at the beefy monster, who was grinning and almost purring under his owner’s touch. He slowly got hard and his huge wide penis freed itself from the ridiculously small briefs. Angus’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

“How big...”, he wondered out loud. The number prompted next to the monstrous dick. 13¼” long, 4½” across. Angus was shocked.

“That’s amazing, really, but... err, it... I mean I can’t... it... it won’t fit,” he said turning red.

“I could arrange that,” I said mechanically. Angus turned an impressive shade of crimson. ”I’ve patented a procedure that could help you accommodate easily above-average partners. It is not considered a cosmetic procedure, so that won’t be a problem with bodybuilding,” I said, as I double-checked those very same legal points through my intracranial internet connection and forwarded them to Angus.

“Oh. That could prove useful... when could you do that and how much would it cost?” he asked.

“That’s a matter of minutes, and we could do it right now as a matter of fact. As far the price is concerned, think of it has a promotional gift.”

“You’re the best!” said Angus, moving in for another bear hug, that I evaded gracefully with a sidestep.

“Follow me to the workroom, both of you. Mr. McKnight, let me warn you, I’m going to have to see you naked. And, to ensure the procedure works, I might have to ask your vassal to penetrate you.”

“Hehehe. Promotional gift, my ass!” Angus said, smiling.

Part 2

Angus followed me to the forge, his vassal following right behind him. As we entered, I heard him gasp at the perfectly white featureless room.

“So, this is where the magic happens...” he said reverently. In that moment, the word that the antique philosopher C. Clarke coined eons ago lingered in the back of my mind: “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”

I was a fleshmancer; seamlessly crafting bodies to my whim, and bending biology to satisfy my sexual fetish. The thought was both terrifying and engrossing.

“Ye awright?” asked Angus, still behind me and snapping me back to reality. How long had I been staring at the white expanse in front of me, I wondered?

“Yes. Sorry I was thinking about... things...” I replied, as I turned to face him and was taken aback. Both he and his vassal were naked. His vassal was pressed against him, kissing his neck and caressing Angus’s body. I has seen pictures and videos of Angus competing, but that was totally different here. He had no posers, no bronzer, and his pasty skin covered with freckles made him look even more massive than the bronzer did. He looked more alive, more sexual, and I wasn’t prepared for such a display. He was in competing shape; his muscle fibers could be seen through his skin, and his veins lazily travelled across his body. He had all his body hair removed. Between his massive striated thighs, his 5” uncut dick was rapidly getting hard. It had to be around 7” hard. The foreskin still covered half of its head, even at full mast. Angus kissed his vassal on the mouth, a quick sloppy kiss, while stroking the over 13 inch member of his toy.

“What do I do,” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Close your eyes and relax,” I said. ”Get behind your owner and massage his shoulder will you?” I added, speaking to his vassal.

The monstrous bull obeyed and got behind Angus. He slipped his hard cock between his master’s legs. It was so huge that it poked out from under Angus’s own member, with Angus’s balls resting flat on top of the wide monster cock. He put his massive paws on Angus’s lats and started massaging him. Angus was moaning, and drips of pre were falling on his vassal’s shaft.

Without looking away from them, I discreetly made my way to the wall where I retrieved my hypodermic gun. I made my way silently to Angus. His eyes were closed and his mouth was agape; he was so into that massage. I took a few seconds to appreciate his amazing physique. I was a bit sad thinking that it was as close as I’d ever get to that wet dream of mine. Angus was clearly a big man that liked big men. As I cast one last glance at the heavy curve of his pecs, I considered copping a feel, but then decided to stay professional.

Angus let out a high pitched screech, followed by a litany of gaelic insults, as I shot him in the arm. His vassal, oblivious to the commotion, was still massaging him.

“Sorry, nanites travel faster in a relaxed arm,” I lied. ”People tend to get tensed when they see my little friend, “I said, waving my hypodermic gun at him.

I put it back in the wall and then returned to Angus and his vassal. I kept a good foot and a half between me and them, this time. Angus was rubbing his arm and casting a black look at me.

As the data started to overlay, Angus had a 62% plasticity coefficient, which was more than enough for what I had to do .

“That was the unpleasant part. The rest should prove much more enjoyable,” I said.

“I don’t trust yeeEEEeeooooOOOooOo!” Angus’s comeback trailed into an unintelligible moan, as his eyes rolled back in his head. He fell to his knees first, then on all fours.

I had gone through this process myself a little while ago. Actually, since I invented it, I was the first to get it. Basically, it redesigns the anal cavity (or vaginal depending on the subject) to accommodate huge objects or partners easily, and prevents any damage they could cause. Results may vary, depending on your plasticity coefficient. At 30%, my plasticity coefficient was very low, and my maximal capacity was roughly of 20 inches depth and 10 inches diameter. Once I was done with Angus, he could have taken two horses and their dresser at the same time and still have room for a pretty big dildo.

The procedure itself was very pleasing, It felt like a rimjob, except much stronger, and inside-out. It was also very short; within 3 minutes, it was done, and Angus was still on all fours recovering from his anal remodelling.

“Ye sneaky arsehole,” he panted, half laughing.

“Speaking of asshole, do you wanna take yours for a test ride?” I shot back.

“Aye.”

“I’ll leave you to it then. There’s a guest room with a bathroom down the corridor. You can freshen up afterward. I’ll be working in the lobby if you need anything.”

“Don’t ye wanna watch?” he asked, very seriously.

I stopped dead in my tracks, and turned to face him. He was on all fours, but his back was arched quite dramatically. It made his ass look huge, muscular, and welcoming. His vassal was reverently kneeling behind him, getting into position to enter his owner’s brand new hole.

“I’m a wee bit of an exhibitionist” he said, wiggling his ass in order to align his hole with his vassal’s cockhead. “Stay,” he said, sounding almost like an order.

As he started pushing against the 13 ¼ inch of pulsating dick, he wasn’t used to his new, improved hole and the fist-sized cockhead entered him instantly. He gasped, realizing how sensitive, stretchy, and slick his hole was. He looked me dead in the eyes, smiling, and slowly backed onto his toy’s penis. I watched, mesmerized as Angus slid himself down to the hilt. He moaned and I knew why; I knew how it felt to have that dick inside. I was boned, caressing myself through my vinyl business pants. His vassal put his hands on his hips, getting himself ready to pound his owner the same way he pounded me.

“Hands down, don’t move. I’m in charge here!” growled Angus, without breaking eye contact with me.

Angus started pleasing himself on the monster. His vassal was immobile behind him, his huge muscle-tensed arms akimbo, fists clenched, and his face contorted by pleasure and effort. I opened my shirt and dropped my pants, letting my 10-inch dick out. I started jerking shamelessly, to the show that Angus was offering.

After a while, Angus stood up suddenly and ordered his vassal to lay down on his back. He got above his vassal’s cock and squatted; his ass swallowed the monster so fast and easily, that they both groaned with pleasure. Angus leaned forward, steadying himself on his right fist and then started to twerk on his toy’s cock. He resumed eye contact with me and then started flexing his left arm. The fibrous, swelled muscle balled up each time he flexed. I started dripping; picking up the pace of my jerking.

Angus relaxed his arm and leaned back slightly, putting his right arm on his vassal to steady himself, and cupping his balls with his left hand. He lifted himself, slightly exposing the pink rim of his stretched hole. He grinned at me.

“I think there’s room for two doc”. I discarded my clothes, then kneeled in front of him and slid myself into him.

“Think of it as a promotional gift,” he whispered in my ear as I started to fuck him.

It was a first for me; my first double penetration. I could feel the tight silky insides of Angus and the hard pulsating cock that was already inside him. I stuffed my nose in his pit, sniffing the smell of fresh sweat like it was poppers. Angus grabbed me by the hair and pressed my face on his flexed pecs.

I was the first to shoot; my face stuck in his muscle cleavage and my hands groping the heavy slabs of muscle, feeling his nipples in my palm. It was all too much and I came pretty fast. His vassal lost it soon after, blasting half a pint of cum inside Angus. I fell flat on my ass, trying to catch my breath. Angus got up, an insane amount of cum dripping from his hole, running down the inside of his powerful bodybuilder legs.

“That was nice, but ye need some training if you wanna outlast me,” he grinned. “Get on your knees, handsome,” he told his vassal. The big bull obeyed and Angus turned to face him. With a few strokes, he got himself to the edge and came. I watched his glorious clench as he shot two ribbons of cum on his toy’s face.

We all took a few minutes to enjoy the afterglow, and I then led them to the guest bathroom, where we took turns washing and making ourselves decent again. It was almost noon when they were ready to leave; the hot sex session with my idol already long-forgotten as I mentally listed all the work I should have done this morning, and that I’d have to take care of this afternoon. I was so absorbed in what I had to do, that I almost jumped when Angus spoke to me right before leaving.

“Yer already working on yer ICT, ain’t ye?”

I just shook my head, feeling strangely ashamed of being caught.

“Ye don’t look like you go out much or do anything else then work. Do you?”

I gave him an apologetic smile, as I didn’t really know what to say.

“There’s a cabaret in the Starboard13 District of the convoy. You’d enjoy it I’m sure. I even host shows there from time to time.”

“Told you, I’m an exhibitionist,” he added. “Besides, if ye like yer work so much, ye could get to meet some new prospects.”

And with that, he was gone with his vassal. I resumed my work and ordered a light, quick lunch, doing my best to ignore the notification he had left in my ICT, before leaving. The afternoon was a drag: two more boring “ken dolls” to build, a gay couple that kept bitching about me being scheduled this afternoon, and an insane amount of calls to book penile enhancement. Apparently, word had recently got around that I was the only doctor that used nanites to enhance male genitalia, and that I was pretty good at it. It was 11P.M. when I finally decided to open Angus’s message.

It just contained a time on Friday night and spatial coordinates to some small spaceship at the tail of Starboard13 District. Districts are fleets of spaceships that share the same administration and structures, such as schools and hospital ships. There are a lot of them and they are very different from one another. I live in the outer starboard district, it’s quite an underpopulated district, with the main parks and natural reserves ships. It’s mostly populated by independent workers like me. Independent workers with huge incomes. Starboard13 is one of the sketchiest, densest districts situated at the back of the convoy. No wonder I never heard of that cabaret! I avoid such districts (not that I’d have anything to do there anyway) and that cabaret looked very private. Angus’s message had an invitation key attached to it. A non-duplicable, unforgeable, very secured, expensive-looking invitation key. My curiosity got the best of me, and I told Angus I’d be there.

Friday, after I was done with work, I found myself quite nervous and impatient, as I was in my room freshly showered, naked, gazing upon my vast and quite eccentric wardrobe. I spend way too much money on clothes for someone who hardly goes out. The fact that I didn’t know where I was going didn’t help. Just as I was considering a very formal suit, I received a message of Angus.

“Since you’re a flaming dresser, I outta warn you : do NOT overdress.”

I mentally replaced every “you” by “ye” and rolled those R... I laughed to myself, then grabbed a pair of grey jeans and a black tee with sequins that seemed to drip from the shoulders, then finally slipped into vinyl hightops sneakers. I got a cab that dropped me at the location Angus gave me.

It was a mass union-ship, not the official kind. Thousands of disparate ships linked together by bridges, and tubes, and surrounded by an artificial atmosphere. LED light blinked everywhere. Advertisements, bar signs, security signage...it was a colorful luminescent mess! If M.C. Escher could have foreseen our time, and then got high on acid, it would have looked something like this! I was dropped on a docking bay that had been assembled from scraps of metal and parts of ships. The docking bay was at the end of bridge, inside the atmosphere of the union ship. The cabaret was a few bridges away, hidden in the intricate mass of ships, bridges and stairs. As I walked toward my destination, I was surprised to see loads of pigeons nesting in ship cracks, under the bridges. Those birds were supposed to be almost extinct and yet here, there were legions, flying between ships and making weird noises that I had never heard before. They also seemed to shit everywhere, which sort of broke the charm of the place and caused me to pick up the pace towards the cabaret.

It was a wall. A plain wall in the belly of a gigantic ship, at the end of a narrow bridge, that you’d miss if you didn’t know it was there. As I got closer, the invitation key activated and through my augmented reality module, the crude drawing of hung muscular man appeared on the wall like graffiti. Next to it, there was a shape of a door with two footprints in front of it. It was all invisible to anyone else, except for people with the key. I stepped into the footprints and waited for my key to finish the security check. As it did, a discreet door opened and I walked into a small space, where another door opened into a slightly larger room where two large bodybuilder guards stood. They were almost as massive as Angus, but the shape was slightly different. These men were trained for force, not for aesthetics; thick mid sections, thick necks, thick everything. I couldn’t help but feel extremely aroused by the strength they exuded. They were in black suits, black shirts and smoked glasses that were probably scanners. They looked me up and down, then gestured me to a door in front of me. I went through and found myself in a long, metallic corridor, With soft, throbbing music coming from the end of it. It got louder and louder, as I walked along the corridor. When I reached the middle of it, a luminescent logo prompted on both walls: “Welcome to S.I.Z.E.” The letters were massive, and throbbed with multicolored lights that were following the rhythm of the music. I finally reached the door at the end, and as it opened, the music hit me with full force. I almost stepped back.

The door led to a platform that overlooked the whole cabaret. It wasn’t huge, but it could probably hold 2000 people. Under the platform was the bar. A huge dancefloor separated it from the stage. On each side, little salons were arranged in two rows of balconies along each side. The upper balcony was on the same level as the platform that I stood on. As I followed the stairs on my right, to get to the side of the bar, I looked at the population. It was apparently a men-only establishment, and 90% of them were almost as big as the two guards at the entrance. All the muscled guys were topless, or in briefs or bright harnesses. Some were even fully naked. The guys were drinking, dancing, flexing, and making out. In the shadows of the salons, I could even see guys mating with each other.

I felt a little bit overwhelmed, and so I moved to the bar to get some alcohol in my system. A few hunks looked at me insistently, and it felt good, feeling like their prey. I was about to order a pint, when I felt two massive hands press on both sides of my head.

“What part of ‘don’t overdress’ don’t ye get?!”

I turned to face Angus and we both burst out with laughter. He was wearing a transparent black singlet and leather boots. He looked like a slut!

“It’s a club for size fetishists. Huge muscles, tall or hung. The bigger the better. I figured ye’d like it,” he said.

“I feel slightly out of place,” I confessed, as I was the shortest and slenderest guy in the club.

“With a dick like yers, ye’re in the right place. Besides, with yer talents, you’re gonna be a fucking messiah in no time. I’ve been shamelessly advertising for yer works” he said, pointing at one of the salons by the bar, where four guys were trying to please Angus’s vassal. Two were working his huge 13-incher, one was pec-fucking him, while the fourth one worshipped his biceps and jerking off.

“So, that’s why I’m drowning in penile enhancement demands lately,” I surmised.

“Aye, and I bet the muscular enhancements ye booked recently will get much more extreme than usual., he said, then paused and got closer to my ear, whispering. ”I’ve been thinking, my vassal didn’t have a big plasticity whatever, and ye’ve made a monster out of him. Maybe ye could try and get yer hands on vassals with high ones. Ye know, like a broker. Ye could make monsters. They’d sell! The guys here would sell their moms for a toy like mine. Imagine what they’d do for bigger ones!” He was speaking low, much faster than usual, and it sounded like a plea.

I couldn’t believe the thought hadn’t crossed my mind yet. I spent half of the evening inside my own head, working on my ICT, sending requests for a broker license, making appointments with the hecathonchire sales department, and bribing a few people. It was almost midnight when I was done. Angus noticed that my focus had shifted back to the S.I.Z.E.

“Glad yer back,” he said, smugly pressing the back of the head of a guy sucking him, choking him in the process.

I was still sitting straight on my bar stool, holding the now tepid pint I hard ordered hours ago, and the rest of the cabaret had changed dramatically. I was now in the middle of the biggest orgy I had ever seen. Hundreds of naked hunks and bodybuilders fucking and , worshipping each other.

“Relax, undress and enjoy. Ye’ll have plenty of time to work later”.

I undressed carefully, folding my clothes and setting them on the bar.

“Ye gotta be shitting me,” roared Angus, laughing so hard that the poor dude on his dick choked again.

I got off the stool, then moved to one of the little salons where Angus’s vassal was slouched in a couch, flexing for three dudes that looked spent, and that worshipped the gloriously oversized dick of the man-toy. I felt a bit self conscious about approaching random people for sex, not knowing the best way to get other people to ask you for sex. My 10 inches were rock hard, with the head fully unsheathed. The vassal’s face lit up when he recognized me, so I walked up to him, passing his worshipers. I straddled him and murmured in his ear.

“Remember me, big guy?”

“Yes,” he said, with a deep voice.

“Then you know you can fit in me.”

He grabbed his monster cock and aligned it with my hole. I heard concerned murmurs from his admirers. In one swift, smooth motion, I took all thirteen inches inside me. My moan was masked by the loud, deep roar of the toy. Guys turned their attention to the scene, and soon, we were surrounded with voyeurs that couldn’t believe what they were seeing. I spun on the vassal’s dick to face them, while the vassal was still seated in the couch. I was squatting in front of him, impaled on him, and then I started moving up and down, power-bottoming him like nobody’s business. In the middle of the crowd, Angus was watching and rubbing one out, smiling at me he mouthed the word “show off”.

I was, indeed, showing off. My body was small to most of the men here (and to most males period). But it was muscular, ripped and trained. The monster inside me was slightly pushing my tight abdomen out. I was using my quads to pump myself up and down on the freakish penis. I needed to make a point here: I was (and still am) the ultimate power-bottom. I was disappointed when I felt the vassal convulse, groan, then orgasm inside me, but I wasn’t done yet. I let him slide out of me as I stood up.

A huge bodybuilder broke from the crowd of voyeurs, probably above 275lbs. His huge pecs were bobbing and his massive legs were rolling against each other, as he waddled towards me. His hair was buzzed short, and dark hair was covering his legs, belly and pecs. This big daddy was obviously overdosed on hormones. As he neared me, I saw his dick and I was impressed. It was 7 inches, which is a nice length, but it was impossibly thick (probably 3 inches in diameter), with veins snaking all over it. The glans were as thick as the shaft, but it had a fat corona.

“Hello, gorgeous,” said the massive man. “I’m not as big as our friend here, but I’m sure it’ll be plenty enough.”

“I’m sure it will,” I answered, bending over a chair and offering my perky ass to him.

The guy positioned himself and started to enter me delicately, pouring massive amount of lube on my hole. Despite his attitude, he was scared he’d hurt me with his size. How cute, I chuckled to myself. He slid himself inside me, inch by inch, and was surprised when his furry egg-sized balls rested against mine. I let out an appreciative moan.

“Don’t worry big man, I’m trained,” I said tentatively, wriggling my ass on that thick monster. The man let out a raspy laugh and grabbed my waist with his huge mitts, immobilizing my ass. He started pulling out and shoving it in, progressively picking up the pace until he was giving me a memorable pounding. Soon, another big guy joined us to spit roast me. The whole night became a blur of sex and muscle like I had never experienced before.

I spent the next day nursing a hangover, and a sore butt. I never thought that could have happened. And by the time Monday rolled in, things were different. Half of the men coming to my office wanted extreme procedures: huge muscles, massive schlongs, or most of the time both. Those men still had the preoccupation to fit in their everyday lives, but they wanted 20-inch arms, huge massive pecs, bull necks, bubble-butts, or tree-trunk legs. 10-inch dicks seemed to be a new norm. Pumping men to that size made me happy. And, I discovered that when pumping those amount of muscle into men, they reacted differently. All of them had a unique morphology.

The most remarkable event of the week was Deon Harris, an 18 year old young man that had talked his parents into getting him an enhancement procedure for his coming of age. That kid was a very handsome metis, with deep brown hair, and grey-greenish eyes. He was 6’2, thin as a rail, and it was clear that he craved size.

“I wanna be big as big as I can be,” he blurted out, as we sat in the white room.

He was heavily blushing like he had just confessed his most intimate secret (which was probably the case).

“That could be quite an extreme transformation. Are you sure of that? You will have trouble finding clothes, fitting into vehicles, you will lose mobility, and people will judge you. I normally don’t try to talk my patients out of it, but you’re young and it’s an irreversible decision.”

My speech didn’t have the effect I’d have thought on him. As Deon shifted in his sit nervously, I could see he had boned, and the outline of a very long dick was now blatantly visible in his jeans.

“I want to do this,” he said.

“Very well then, shall we proceed?” I said, rising to my feet and inviting him to the forge.

“I wouldn’t mind getting taller, but I don’t think I need a larger penis” he said matter-of-factly, as we entered the forge. “It’s already a handful,” he added sheepishly.

“Noted. ‘ll keep that in mind. Could you please remove your clothes, Mr. Harris?”

Deon undressed and revealed a wiry, featureless body. He was smooth; his nipples were small and forgettable. The only memorable thing was the straight, smooth, clean, cut 10½-inch penis that jutted from his pelvis. It wasn’t very thick, which only made it look longer. it looked almost out of place on the young man.

I scanned his body, looking for his plasticity coefficient. I was hoping it’d be low and therefore I could limit the growth of the boy (I was still a reasonable person and felt uneasy about having a youngster inflated with muscle beyond measure). I felt my heart sink, as a 76% prompted next to him. He was going to be a big boy. I retrieved the hypodermic gun and gave him the nanites shot. Deon didn’t show any sign of pain. Soon, we were ready.

Deon was ecstatic as his muscles started to grow, and his body assumed a new shape rapidly. His shoulders widened, arms thickened, his pecs started emerging from his torso, his abs started making bumps on his belly, his formerly flat butt took a round, muscular shape and his legs almost doubled in thickness. He was 175lbs and looked like an athletic young man now. He was overjoyed, but it was clear he wanted more.

I kept going, and his muscle gained again in volume. He was looking really beefy now; probably around 190lbs and growing fast. This was the point when a body reveals its real shape, and I was surprised to see his ass and legs start to swell a little bit faster. He adjusted his stance, and his ample quads and thick calves were an amazing spectacle. Deon was approaching 200 lbs., and looked like a bodybuilder with a killer lower body.

Deon was lost in the feeling of his growth. The more extreme the growth, the more overwhelming it gets for a patient. He was cupping one of his heavy pecs and caressing his long dick. His pretty face was now supported by a bull neck; his shoulders were almost 3’ across. His pecs had a slightly rounded shape, and were jutting out one or two inches in front of him. His nipples and areola had dramatically increased. Under those sumptuous pecs, the abs still lacked definition, but they looked powerful and ended in a clearly visible Adonis belt, under which massive thighs flared and his horse dick was leaking.

At 250lbs Deon was looking like a serious bodybuilder, so I decided it was time to grow him in height. He moaned loudly, as his growth took a new dimension. His whole body grew up and out, only his head and his dick remained the same. In a matter of minutes he was 6’11, and just a hair short of 300 lbs. He looked bloated with muscles, like a heavyweight bodybuilder.

I got a little scared as Deon reached 7’4” and 426 lbs. He was gigantic; probably the most muscular I had ever made a man (by far). He was covered with fat chords of muscles. His huge shoulders well over 4 feet across, with massive traps reaching to his ears and making his neck even freakier than it already was. His pecs were huge, fibrous, and forming a delicious cleavage. His waist had dramatically thickened to support the weight of his body. And then, there were the massive muscular ass and freakish legs of the man. His quads were so huge, that they forced his legs apart. His feet had become massive, to ensure the behemoths stability. His dick though was unchanged, and it looked small now. It was a two-hander only minutes ago, but now just one of the behemoths hands would be enough to engulf it.

“More! Please more, more, MORE!” he shouted, his huge body making his voice deep, loud and strong.

Deon’s growth in height subsided at 7’6, but his muscle mass was still increasing; he reached 530 lbs. Deon’s width and thickness kept on augmenting though. He was trying to reach his dick to please himself, but his pecs, biceps and shoulder were getting in the way and he could only touch himself with the tip of his index finger. As he grew, his finger slowly moved away from his dick.

“Yes. So big, so big...” he kept on repeating to himself.

Once again, he adjusted his stance to accommodate his out of proportion quads. He was over 630 lbs. of muscle when the growth finally stopped. He was unbelievable: more than 5 feet wide, 7 and a half feet tall, and over 630 lbs of hypertrophied muscle. I was painfully hard and so was he. He was unable to please himself because of his muscle. Each of his movements were slow and limited by his mass. He was panting and slowly coming to his senses. Ten minutes later, he was leaving, naked, with just a sheet tied around his massive waist because no clothes could fit, and waddling through the lobby in front of dumbfounded patients waiting for their appointment. Their reactions ranged from lust to disgust at the sight of my first monster.

I’d lose my “moderate” customers after that scene in the lobby, I thought. But I didn’t care. I could close business and maintain my quality of life. I don’t need more money, I need to create muscle freaks. As I said goodbye to Deon, I made a note to my lawyer (a lovely man who had me to thank for his 11-inch cock and pint-producing balls) to get ready, in case Mr. and Ms. Harris Sr decide to sue me for realizing their son’s wish. This was just the beginning. Next week I’d start my broker activity and I was set on getting the vassals with the highest plasticity coefficient I could find. My goal was to make Deon look small compared to them!

Part 3

As I developed my activity as a broker (buy vassals, turn them into muscle freaks and sell them), I had less time for actual patients. I’d thought I’d have lost quite a few,given the extreme nature of my work, but word had got around that I was one of the only doctors working that was doing cosmetics with nanites, and that the results were flawless. I was buried under work and had to refuse mundane jobs. But I was happy. I was building muscle freaks; 6’6 and 300lbs were the smallest stats the vassals I build could have. My personal best was still Deon. I had seen him once or twice at the S.I.Z.E. (I didn’t go out as much as I’d have loved to), and I was dying to blast that record.

I could tell countless stories of guys growing to inhuman proportions. I’d do 3 to 5 vassals per week and they were all incredible, unique and massive. But I’ll focus on my second breakthrough. It was a little after 6 months of me working as broker. I had connections, since I needed to be first to every sale of vassals to get the ones with real potential (above 60% of plasticity coefficient). I was known and respected at the hecatonchires, the prison ship. It took work, diplomacy and bribes, but I was now part of the premium brokers. I’d get calls or messages every time a promising vassal would go on sale. I should have expected people to try and take advantage of that.

It started with a call one evening: Sir Tomas Strebel, a 32 years old man that was a high ranked administrator at Stellar Commonwealth Convoy Central Organization (S3CO), our equivalent of a government. I had worked for him, and he had me give him one of those bodies I love to compare to ken dolls. I vaguely recalled a man looking much younger than his age, cutish rather than handsome, soft, if a bit excitable and eccentric (not the good kind of eccentric).

“Dr. Levenez, I’m so happy I could get a hold of you. You see, I have a favor to ask of you. And quite an urgent one, I might add. I need your talent, your celebrity and most of all your discretion. For it’s an urgent, and also quite personal matter, you see.”

Despite the vertiginous speed of his speech, his elocution was perfect. Every word clearly understandable, which actually only made things worst for any person listening to him.

“It’s about Jude Vieber, you see.” Dramatic pause.

It was probably supposed to be a big surprise but I only vaguely remembered the name.

“the errr singer?...” I asked,as I did a quick search through my ICT. A mosaic of pictures of a bland young man surged, while I also noted a few headline about felonies and crimes... I started connecting the dots.

“Yes, the one and only! He’s going on sale tomorrow” the excitation in voice was almost painful to hear. “I’m willing to pay double the rate of your usual works and cover the potential extra fees of that acquisition. Since I know it’s not your habitual way of working, I’ll owe you a huge favor. If you ever need someone at the S3CO to intercede in your favor for anything...”

I sighed (off ICT broadcast). The money wasn’t worth the trouble, but collecting a favor from someone like him could prove invaluable.

“I’ll make a few calls, Sir Strebel. I think I can get that sale done tonight, so he doesn’t get bought by anyone else.”

The answer that came was a high-pitched delighted squeal. I couldn’t help but smile at that reaction. We cut the ICT com and I set to work.

Two hours later I was at the Hecatonchires. Vieber was supposed to be on sale next morning, but the staff was happy to get rid of him before. Tomorrow morning, paparazzi, teenage fans and bored people would be all over the place, discouraging any serious buyer.

The Hecatonchires was a gigantic maze of non-descript metallic alleys. I had become familiar with it over the last few months. Every person sentenced to vassality ended up here. Thanks to eugenics, there was no shortage of handsome men at the Hecatonchires. I mentioned it before. The reason is called eugenic dementia syndrome, or EDS for short. EDS appeared when the first generation of eugenics reached 18-20 years old. Everyone can be built to be perfect now, but there is still only one step on a podium. EDS happens when eugenics experience failure and can’t cope with it due to the fact they’ve been created “perfect”. Turns out 1 out of 5 eugenics suffers from mild episodes of EDS, ranging from depression to slight psychopathology, and 1 out of 5 of those 5 will degenerate into a more serious form, leading to criminal behaviors, suicides and volunteering as a vassal.

Vieber fell in the first category. Apparently, he suffered from mild crisis but drugs and mediatic exposure progressively deteriorated his state until, a few days ago, he crossed the line with a sordid murder affair. I was browsing the internet through my ICT as I walked behind a Hecatonchires guard on sales duty . Apparently, Vieber’s sale was a hot topic and due to the nature of his sentence, people showing interest into buying him were frowned upon. To say the least. I felt comforted that I stopped by my tailor to get a hooded robe made out of safety reflective fabric. Should it come to this, any flash photography would be rendered useless. I had ditched my usual sleek business look for a pair of sneakers, structured grey sweatpants, and a white T-shirt with a full body rubber harness above. I was ready to run if needed. I also hastily wrote a confidentiality contract with heavy penalties that I sent to Strebel, to make sure he didn’t leak any information on that transaction. I received the signed copy just as I entered the sales room.

What was formerly Viber was seated on a grey metal chair in front of a grey metal table in a grey metal room. His ashy complexion matched the walls. He was wearing white boxer short, the usual outfit for vassals on display. λ183 was displayed next to him, his new name since being stripped of his former name. He was looking ill from the various drugs still present in his system: emaciated, red eyes, grey complexion and it contrasted violently with his fashionable yet ridiculous haircut and the warm calm smile every vassal has as a default attitude. His body was that of someone who ate right, and exercised from time to time: 5’9”, and 154lbs. The guard was nervous, probably because he knew that no one would buy a vassal in such a terrible state.

“I’ll take him, I have a client that wants him” I said.

The guard was visibly relieved. As we were concluding the deal through various secured networks, I saw him shift his attention toward his ICT. It’s quite unusual for guards on sales duty and I knew straight away that something was off.

“Is anything wrong?” I asked calmly.

“We have a large amount of ships moving towards this end of the Hecatonchires,” he said, surprised I had noticed he was on his ICT. “Some of them have been identified as journalists. I think they know we’re selling him!”

I pulled the reflective robe out of my bag and tossed it to λ183.

“Get that on and pull the hood over your head,” I said to him. “Do you know if I could have a clear escape route,” I asked the guard.

“We already are transferring your shuttle to the front end of the Hecatonchires, so you can avoid the fleet that’s orbiting around here,” He said.

If any of them got a hold of my shuttle ID they’d be able to track me down. And I didn’t want a fleet of paparazzi and fangirls orbiting my ship. I needed to leave as stealthily as possible.

We took an elevator that lead us to the front docking bay, a part of the Hecatonchires usually reserved for official representatives and Hecatonchires workers. I boarded my shuttle with λ183 close behind me, cut my identification broadcast and left hastily. I could have received a heavy fine for this, but that would be useful should anyone decide to tail me.

As I left the Hecatonchires gravity pull, I noticed five fast crafts breaking from the fleet at the rear end of the Hecatonchires. I accelerated and set the course opposite of where I lived to the closest densest habitation cluster. I could lose them here. It took me two hours of paranoid chase, of hiding and convoluting in highly frequented areas before I got home.

It was almost midnight when I got to the lobby, and I was pissed beyond measure. λ183 was following me silently. σ267, one of the vassals I recently worked on, was in the lobby, apparently waiting for me. A gorgeous bearded blond bear, almost 7ft tall, 550 lbs of muscle, covered in short golden fur, and his white brief stuffed to the limit with a tuft of blond fur deliciously poking out of it. The view of the marvel had a tranquilizing effect on me until he walked to me and spoke.

“Alexandre, Sir Strebel is in the patio waiting for you.”

Not only was Strebel the last person in the universe I wanted to see, but it was clearly not an appropriate time for anyone to visit, and on top of that, the patio was in the private part of the ship.It was a pentagonal garden, connecting the various rooms with the kitchen and the gym. It had a small swimming pool, a lounge, and was filled with colorful flowers. I was royally pissed at Strebel, but I had to conceal it. I wanted him and λ183 out of my hair.

Strebel was comfortably seated in the lounge when I joined him. He had two of the vassals currently residing at my place (that were to be sold this week) with him. One of them massaging his shoulder, the other one standing idle beside him in case he needed him. He wasn’t the man I remembered, he obviously had work done on his face. Something supposed to make him look younger and prettier, but that just ended making him look strange. His features weren’t bad in themselves, but they had been assembled disregarding the global harmony. What should have been a collection of desirable traits, actually ended up being a hot mess. Skin tight and shiny, puffy lips that looked like frankfurters, bulgy cheekbones and a nose too narrow to properly breath.

“Sorry for the intrusion Dr.Levenez,” he said, “but patience is not my strong suit, and as you French say, il faut batter le fer tant que il est chaude.” His frankfurters curved in a smile, revealing teeth a worrisome shade of white.

I usually enjoy hearing people try to speak French, but Strebel’s condescending tone felt like nails on a chalkboard.

“You two can go to bed and send σ267 here; he was in the lobby,” I said softly to my vassals. “Sir Strebel and I have business to take care of,” I added, smiling to Strebel as I sat in the chair opposite to him.

He look pained to see the two vassals go and almost immediately replaced by the immense hairy blond. Strebel wasn’t one for body hair I figured.

“λ183, you can take your robe off,” I instructed him.

Strebel was displeased that I didn’t use his former name, but that quickly subsided as λ183 revealed himself. Strebel looked almost emotional, and for a moment I wondered what the fuck was going on.

“Acquiring him proved to be more complex than I’d have thought. He will also need to be nursed to health, due to the ingestions of various substances. I suppose you want him to keep his tattoos.”

“Indeed,” he said. He was standing close to λ183, inspecting him closely like he was a work of art, while all I saw was a poor devil with a bad comedown.

“That might be extremely difficult to rescale or extend his tattoo to match his expanded body. It’ll take me at least a week to get it done,” I stressed the last sentence, hoping that he’d feel like a fool for trespassing in the middle of the night.

“Of course, I understand,” he said, “now, about the price...”

I was already adding up what λ183 had cost me and what his intervention would cost, I wasn’t even close of the checkout and the poor devil would be expensive.

“Here’s my offer,” said Strebel, surprisingly calm and collected.

The number displayed was only a third of what I’d ask for a regular work.

“Sir Strebel, this is not what we agreed on,” I said flatly. “This isn’t even what I would charge for my habitual work.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I know that Dr.Levenez, but that is the only price you’ll sell him. None of your customers will buy him, and the moment you’ll hunt for a client, paparazzi and fans will be gravitating around your lovely spaceship. That would be bad for business.”

“I cannot sell him that cheap, that doesn’t even cover the acquisition expenses,” I protested.

“Come on docteur, be reasonable. It’d be a shame that your amazing business suffer from such a bad publicity.”

“Are you threatening me?” I asked coldly. As I turned off the ship’s ICT network, putting my whole ship off the grid in a split second. No info could get in or out, or be recorded.

“Oh my! No, I would never,”answered Strebel in a nervous laugh. He was nervous and afraid, because I was furious and he could feel that the hold of the situation would escape him any second.

“Of course you would not. We have a contract that requires your absolute discretion on that matter. Should you ever break that contract, I’ll make sure you take the plunge. And once those legal aspects are dealt with, I’ll send a few friends of mine to pay you a visit. They’re a fun bunch...they love to play with crowbars and knives. I taught them a few tricks I learned as a surgeon. Useful stuff like wounding and disfiguring someone beyond repair. Sir Strebel, I will overlook the fact that you tried to double cross me, but should you try anything against me again, I will make sure you live long enough to really regret that decision. See, that was a threat. Do I need to elaborate?”

“No,” he answered faintly, livid.

“Gooooood,” I said smiling broadly, as I tenderly stroked σ267 furry thigh like an expensive cat. “Good. The deal is off the table. σ267, remove Sir Strebel from the premises.”

Strebel face fell and before he could protest, σ267 had him slung on his shoulder and left the patio.

Turning toward λ183, he was still standing and smiling to me, like I didn’t just threaten a very influent S3CO member. I was too unnerved to go to sleep and I needed to make λ183 unrecognizable fast.

“Go wash that stupid hair... no, better yet, go to the master bathroom and buzz it. After you’ve washed it! And meet me in forge,” I told him.

As I left the patio, σ267 was coming back.

“Sir Strebel left. I helped him,” He said happily. “You look tense Alexandre.”

He grabbed me with his huge hand, lifted me and hugged me. Shoving my face in his massive furry pecs. Since I started working as a broker, I had 5 to 7 vassals living with me, I’d max their bodies out, and then put them on sale. In the meantime, they helped me with administrative and domestic tasks, and I used my favorites as intimate partners. σ267 was one of my most favorite ever, and I was kneading his huge pecs while he held me there with one hand and massaged me with the other. He took me to the forge, not letting go of me. As λ183 arrived 5 minutes later, σ267 pulled me in for a deep kiss and put me on the ground. I noticed his 14 inch dick was rock hard and had escaped his briefs.

“Are you sleepy?” I asked him

“No,” he smiled.

“Could you send messages to cancel all my appointments tomorrow? I’ll need to sleep in and rest, but tell them I’m sick. Make a note to t985 and β113 that they are both on lobby duty and I will need them to reschedule all the cancelled appointments.”

“I’m taking care of it,” he said, with a reassuring tone.

“σ267? If you’re not too tired, could you stay with me tonight?”

“I’d love it Alexandre”.

I knew σ267 had no feelings, he was just an empty shell behaving as I wanted him to, but right now, it was the best I could have. And, to be honest, it was the best I ever had. I had made a few friends in the last few months, including that crazy scottish bastard Angus, but I never had a real lover, a boyfriend. As I shot nanites in λ183’s arm, I felt tired and sad. σ267 huge hand grabbed my neck and gently massaged it. He could have snapped my neck with two fingers, but the thought didn’t even phase me, as I melted in his hands.

“Messages are sent, everything is arranged for tomorrow. I turned off your alarm clock and got the large bedroom ready.”

The large bedroom was room with a bed large enough to support three of my monsters, I had it build after I broke an expensive bed trying to sleep with a 500lbs man.

“Taking initiative? That’s new,” I remarked.

“I thought you’d like it,” he said smiling.

“You did well, thank you,” I surprised myself. I generally skipped politeness with vassals. I’d need to sell σ267 soon, before I got too attached to him.

I turned to λ183 and started working on his skin. First, I corrected several deficiencies and erased tattoos. The grey coloration soon left, for a healthy, if not a little bit bright, pink. His face looked fuller, and for the first time, I found him sort of handsome. His buzzed hair was darker; he must have bleached it before. His now rested face looked more angular, and sharp. It would have been hard to recognize him already. I checked for his plasticity coefficient, afraid of what I’d found. And when the number prompted, all I could do was stare at it.

88%

I had never seen such a high coefficient... all signs of exhaustion were gone. This was it, he could be my biggest, freakiest creation. I lowered his boxers, trying to wrap my head around what I was about to do. His penis wasn’t big by any means, not that it mattered, but it was beautiful. A regular shaft, well proportioned, uncut, with a nice big set of low hangers.

Without a warning, I launched the nanites at full force, and in the span of two minutes he was already looking like a 300 lb. heavyweight bodybuilder. His dick had rocketed to its hard state, dramatically expanding in the process. It was now a bit over 10 inches. I stopped to look at him, his face had been altered in the process: wider jaw, more angular, more muscular. It was impossible to recognize the pop star now, as he wasn’t exactly handsome, but he looked powerful. I loved it.

I undressed, and moved close to him. It had been a while since I last grew someone inside me. I laid on my back and ordered him to enter me. As he positioned himself, I watched as σ267 had discarded his briefs, and was looking at us caressing himself. He used his thick finger to collect a drop of pre and licked it. I felt λ183 trying to enter me, I relaxed for him and focused on his powerful chest, tensed by position, like he was ready to do pushups. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands exploring the intricate pattern of his abdominal muscles. And soon enough, he was fully in. I slowly moved my hand toward his muscular ass and started to give him a rhythm to pound me.

I moaned in pleasure and decided to increase his height to the max right away. λ183 started to stretch. He had to readjust his stance every 10 seconds as he grew past 6’, rapidly reaching 7’. I had to augment his dick to 12 inches, because his size was preventing him from giving me a proper pounding. I also had to free his waist from my leg, as I could not reach around anymore. I felt small as he approached 8’ tall. Right before he hit the 8’ mark, a red warning flashed on various parts of his body: structural failure and a high risk of cardiac distress due to his size. I reacted quickly by slowing down his growth and reinforcing his bones, then thickening them and reinforcing them with structured patterns I had created. I also augmented his heart and soon enough he was ready to grow again. I had never got a man past that size and so I proceeded carefully. Muscles monsters are easy to make, but giants are fragile and they need specific body structures to live correctly. λ183 looked more than healthy as he reached 8’ and then kept going. Once again, I extended his penis to facilitate the fucking, but even with a 15 inch dick, he was too tall. He stabilized at 8’4 and was now the tallest I had ever made anyone. I felt tiny next to him. He still carried that bodybuilder bulk, but on his new taller frame it was already 450 lbs.

I ordered him to stand up, and he did so while keeping me on his dick. At this point, he was using me as a toy. σ267 was standing too, watching with his mouth agape, and wanking like a madman. He let out a groan and shot a heavy load that must have been well over a pint of cum. I knew he had more in him. He got closer and started worshipping λ183 and caressing me. I resumed λ183’s growth and focused on muscle this time. His bodybuilder stature was gone, and his muscle now hypertrophying in a unique pattern. Past that size, everyone has a different shape; a different way to be a freak.

λ183 was well balanced and he was getting thicker all over. His definition was amazing and his mobility was still incredible. He was now past 500lbs and growing fast, but due to his height, it wasn’t until he reached 600lbs that he started looking like a real muscle monster. His neck was thicker than his head, and his traps were fat cords of muscle, reaching to his head. His face, slightly squarer, was exuding a manliness that his former self lacked. His pecs were square, striated, and voluminous, creating a deep cleavage. His shoulders were insanely wide, to support his gigantic arms. λ183 had round, extremely well sculpted biceps, with massive veins feeding them. His triceps bulged, making his arms so thick that they collided with his massive lats, forcing them at 45°. His midsection was engraved with deep patterns, created by his abs and obliques. His lower abs and Adonis belt, formed an amazing V, at the bottom of which, surged the root of his 15 inch long, 3-½ inch thick cock. Supporting that titanic body, his legs were as thick as his waist; a collection of hypertrophied muscle cords and tendons, at the bottom of which, massive feet supported his weight.

I was still impaled on his dick, and now that he stood, my face ended between his pecs. He held me there and I couldn’t see anything but the valley between his pectoral muscles. He wasn’t fucking me anymore, yet it felt amazing. Those growing pecs, the still inflating man holding me, and his dick slowly stretching me as he grew. I came, spewing a small amount of hot creamy cum on the monster’s abs. The hormonal discharge of the orgasm, and the exhaustion, hit me hard, and so I fell asleep in the arms of the growing man.

I awoke with a start, unsure of how long I had been sleeping. I felt a slight hindrance inside me; something familiar, as I tried to move and stretch. It dawned on me that λ183’s dick was the reason. It was still inside me and it was huge: 18-½ inches long, 4 inches in diameter, and 6-½ inches at its thickest, near the root. The number flashed in red in my augmented reality display—it was apparently close to my maximal capacity. But I didn’t need a blinky red number to understand that. My abs were stretched, deformed by the monster inside me. I could even see the corolla at the bottom of my pecs. I caressed it through my skin enjoy the feeling of being utterly filled by another man, of being stretched beyond measure, and of feeling his heartbeat resonate through my whole body. This man’s penis was almost 20% of my body volume. I tried to look at him, but all I could see was an abstract mass of pulsating hypertrophied muscle. He had grown so much while I was out. I caressed him harder, squeezing, and then I heard λ183 groan. He was apparently holding his orgasm. I realized it would probably hurt me. λ183 had stretched me to the max and I could not take the huge amount of high pressured cum in balls.

“Okay, breathe deeply and slowly lift me off your dick” I said.

He did as I told him: slowly, excruciatingly lifting me up and pulling out of me. It was delicious, but as he was halfway out of me, I started feeling horribly empty. λ183 was fighting hard not to burst a nut inside me; his face was contorted, and he was breathing as deeply as he could. He was almost there, but as tried to pull his glans out of my hole, he lost it. The feeling of my rings squeezing his corolla drove him over the edge. The first shot was easily a pint and filled me with hot sperm. He pulled out of me in one swift motion, and then blasted an even larger load right on my perineum. My lower body was drenched in hot cum. λ183 blasted a few more ropes of cum and then gently put me down, before he collapsed on the ground, reeling from his orgasm.

I had trouble standing on my legs, still recovering from being ravaged by the biggest human being that ever existed. He was 8’4 tall and 1181 lbs of muscle. As he rose up, I wondered if I could get him out of the forge. As it turns out, I could not. λ183 had to break the wall around the door to get out. I sent a message to the repairmen in charge of the ship maintenance, instructing that I’d need the forge fixed and I’d need to have bigger doors installed on some parts of the ship. λ183 could not fit through any doors, except the large arches leading to the patio. Rather than have him wreck more doorways, I got him to the patio. σ267 was sleeping soundly and snoring right on the floor of the forge. His dick looked raw from beating off and he looked exhausted, so I let him sleep.

It was warm in the patio, the artificial sky was displaying countless stars, and a gentle warm breeze was blowing. The monstruous λ183 carefully laid down on the lawn, trying not to crush and of the small trees and flowers. I chuckled, watching that mass of muscle ripple and fight for space, as the monster tried to make himself comfortable. He ended up flat on his back, or at least as flat as he could be. His back muscles were so huge that they forced his upper body into an inclined position. His neck muscle tensed to hold his head up, the tension and strength was visible and seemed disproportionate with the effort. That couldn’t be comfortable. I moved one of the lounge chairs under his head, so that he could rest it and sleep. Λ183 sighed, as he could finally relax his neck. I then climbed on top of him, laid on his torso and put my head between his pecs. It wasn’t comfy at all, as the muscle beneath his soft skin was rock hard. His abs formed a series of hard bricks under me, moving as he breathed, low screeches muffled by his skin, could be heard as the muscle fibers fought each other for space at the slightest movement. He was radiating heat like a stone that had stayed too long in the sun. It wasn’t comfy at all, but I fell asleep right away, happy and horny.

So horny, that I actually woke up early, and my huge morning wood found its way to the crevice between λ183’s two columns of abs. I started grinding against him, against my muscle monster, groping all the muscles I could. As my eyes got used to the synthetic morning light, I noticed σ267 standing by us. He was holding a tray with a copious breakfast on it. He was staring, dick at full mast, and leaking.

“The repairmen are here. They’re already working. We also rescheduled your appointments and I made you breakfast” he said.

“Lovely σ267, just put it on the table and why don’t you climb right behind me?” I said, arching my back and sticking my butt in the air.

σ267 rushed to the table to lay down his tray, and then climbed on λ183. I felt his huge paw grab my ass, part it, and then stick his bearded face between my cheeks and rimming me. I was in heaven, and soon, I was begging my toy to fuck me. σ267’s 14 inches felt surprisingly small, but still satisfying. I was still a bit scared to try and fit λ183 inside me. He almost ripped me in half the night before. σ267 laid on top of me, sandwiching me between the insanely huge λ183, and his 550 lbs of furry muscle. He pistoned me hard and viciously, as I ground my dick between the abs of λ183. It was only a matter of minutes before I shot a copious load on λ183’s abs. I clenched my ass as I came, and I felt σ267 spasm and pound violently, as he unloaded a delightful load of burning cum inside me. I also felt a trickle of drool land on my neck. That orgasm must have been quite strong for him too.

After that amazing fuck session I sat in the patio for breakfast. σ267 was resting on top of λ183. It was only after my shower that I noticed that the patio reeked of sweat, cum and sex. I sent σ267 to take a shower. λ183 was sitting on the floor waiting for instructions. It wouldn’t be as easy with the 8’4 tall muscle monster.

Half an hour later, the patio was clean and smelled like grass again. I had amped up the heat to make it feel like a hot summer day, and I was sunbathing, clad in tight white jammers (because yes I don’t give a flying fuck about tan lines). One of the vassals barged into the patio, out of breath. I sat on my chaise longue to see what the ruckus was all about.

“Alexandre, it’s Angus...” he began, before being cut by.

“GET OUT ME WAY, NUMPTIES. ALEX! ALEX!” I could here the big man roar, before he even reached the patio.

“It’s ok, let him in,” I told my vassal.

Shortly after, Angus reached the patio and froze as he saw me.

“Ye arite? I heard ye closed today, and I saw the Forge is proper pooched” he said, visibly confused by the fact that, despite the ship being trashed, I was having a day off.

“I’m fine Angus, I had a very rough night,” I said.

Before I could explain what happened, I saw Angus watch the pool behind me. Huge bubbles breaking the surface had caught his attention. I saw his face turn white, as the surface of the water curved upward, with a massive form emerging from the water. λ183 slowly, deliberately, stood up. Water was cascading off his gigantic muscle. He looked even freakier in daylight, his overdeveloped muscle shimmering with water drops. His strong, handsome face, encased by huge traps and a neck that would put a bull to shame. The water reached to the middle of his thigh, and a great deal of his dick was still under water.

“Fack, he’s immense,” Angus whispered.

“It’s the only way I’ve found to clean him,” I said, matter of factly. “So, do you wanna have fun with him now, or should I tell you about my evening first?” I said, cheerfully.

“This is Vieber ?!” Angus asked.

“Was.” I corrected him “his name is λ183.”

“Such a pretty name...” Angus mocked.

“If his real name leaks, I’m fucked. He is unrecognizable but I can’t sell him. Any buyer would access his log and would know who he is.”

“So yer stuck with him.”

I sighed.

“Well ye could have been stuck with worst.” Angus said giving himself a squeeze “look at that...”

He moved closer to λ183 and caressed the powerful waist of the beast. Angus was roughly eye level with λ183 armpits. λ183 let out a low appreciative growl. Angus let go of the humongous vassal and turn to me with the face of man that just had an epiphany

“Ye could make him work at the S.I.Z.E. as a barmaid or an entertainer!” he exclaimed “He’d earn his keep and then some. A loon that big, they won’t ask any question.”

“You’re a genius. I’ll call them right away to get him on the stage Friday.”

“Do that.” I said as he returned his attention to λ183. “Do you mind if I borrow him, for a few moments?”

“Knock yourself out, I’ll leave you both in the patio, he can’t fit anywhere else.”

“You want to join us?” Angus asked seductively.

“I’d love too but I had enough action for this morning.” I answered as I left the patio.

Part 4

It was easy getting λ183 a job at the S.I.Z.E. I’d just need to implement some data about stripping and gogo dancing in his mind. At first, I was looking forward to seeing him perform on Friday night, but as the week passed by, I actually decided not to go and just send λ183 by himself. It had been a rough week; with the forge out of order for a day, I needed to work extra to be back on my usual schedule. I also had an unexpectedly tough time after I sold σ267. It had stayed with me only a month, but I had grown very attached to him, and at the moment, I believed it was reciprocal. I know it’s stupid; vassals have mnemonic limitations and ego inhibitors, so they can’t develop a personality or an affect. As I realized that, I also realized I was lonely and living in a dollhouse.

As Friday night rolled in, I was alone skinny-dipping in my pool, depressed, and sipping on some expensive rum, produced in one of the farming district of the convoy. All the vassals were stored away in their rooms, enjoying a good night of undisturbed sleep.

“YER GETTING ME RADGE LASSIE!” the roar almost gave me a heart attack, “I never thought of ye as the type of wanker to bail out on me,” he went on, as he waddled down the pool stairs all dressed in jeans boots and tee.

He stopped and stared at me. All the of fear, pent up sadness, frustration and the guilt of letting down a friend had got to me, and I was sobbing uncontrollably. I started pouring out all my heart in an incoherent wavery rant, fueled by mild intoxication. Angus made his way to me and offered the comfort only a Scotsman could offer: a bitchslap with the back of his hand.

“Like staying home is gonna help ye, ye bastart. Let’s get you dressed and let’s go,” he said, as he slung me over his meaty right shoulder and groped my ass to keep me in place. He grabbed the rum bottle with his other hand.

Angus and I showered together, there wasn’t any sexual tension between us. It was clear he was a little pissed, yet trying to help me. I was starting to feel mildly ashamed of my behavior and complied without a word. After toweling ourselves, he poured two glasses of rum, stuck one in my hand and walked me toward my dressing room.

The dressing room was bigger than my room, and was packed. Some of the clothes in there, I had never worn and never would. It ranged from everyday casual wear to kinky stuff and high end designer clothing. As Angus took in the enormity of that room, he looked at me like he had discovered one my darkest shameful secret.

“Ye think I could borrow some clothes? Mines are a wee bit wet,” Angus said.

Twenty minutes later, we were leaving the ship towards the S.I.Z.E. Angus was wearing the white hooded robe I had used to get λ183back for the Hecatonchires. Under it, he had a bright orange, rubber harness, with black mesh pants, a pair of black high top sneakers, and a black fitted cap. I wore grey ripped jeans with worn out sneakers and a white kimono, that I wore open, showing my athletic torso.

“Yer lookin good. Still overdressed, but good,” Angus told me, as we sat in the shuttle. “I got a bonnie young man ye need to meet. I have a feeling ye’ll get along just fine,” he said with a smug face.

Angus refused to say more, despite my many pressing questions. When we reached the S.I.Z.E., it was packed. Much more than usual. I noticed Angus’s vassal working as a waiter and various guys I had worked on over the last few months. Angus was craning his head, scanning the crowd .

“Sorry ‘bout earlier,” He said, in a tone that sounded more like a scolding. “ye need to stop working that much. And to stop buying clothes. That’s why yer cracking right now.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“course I am... Where is he for fuck’s sake,” he muttered, scanning the crowd once again.

We heard the crowd roar as λ183 strutted on the stage. He was wearing bright red shorts that hugged his ass and package. They compressed it tight, and it still looked huge, but it was impossible to guess how massive it actually was. He started undulating in rhythm with the music. The guys were mesmerized by the sight of the dancing behemoth. Even Angus had stopped searching the crowd and was riveted to the spectacle unfolding on the stage. λ183’s body was a sight in itself, but to see him dance was out of this world. His massive muscles were oiled, glistening, and they changed shape as he moved sexily. He struck a few poses of bodybuilding now and then. This was a pretty amazing routine. The guys in the audience were crazy. Their eyes were glued to the dancing monster.

λ183 ripped his shorts, revealing a white bikini poser. His package almost doubled in size as the pressure from the shorts was removed. I had no time to have a custom made one. So we settled for the stretchiest, skimpiest, largest one I could find. Even soft, his dick was a good foot long and half a foot wide, and it came with a set of melon-sized balls. The posers weren’t hiding or holding anything. They just made the whole show more obscene. The crowd was hysterical. λ183 was caressing himself. Flexing and licking his own muscle. His dick started to harden and leak a lot of pre, making the poser almost transparent. A few minutes later, the posers snapped, and his dick swung, as it was released from the useless undergarment. As it did, a graceful arc of pre escaped it, splashing on the first row of the audience.

The show went on for a few minutes over which λ183 edged himself. He was sweating, heavily flushed, veins criss-crossing his whole body. He had given himself a pump before going on stage, but the excitation made him looked fluffed even bigger. He was positively freakish. Panting on the stage, he worked his dick with both hands, and then picked up the pace, going in for the kill. The girth of his cock augmented substantially, the cockhead flared even bigger, and with a roar that covered the loud music, he ejaculated the first massive rope of cum, which made it to the middle of the club. The second blasted all the way to bar on the opposite side making the whole crowd cheer. He then spurted a few more ropes over the rest of the room before leaving the stage. The show had got everyone reeving, it was only a matter of minutes before an orgy of mythical proportions blossomed in the club. A note from the owner of the club requesting λ183 on every Friday night, popped in my ICT.

“Have you seen that Angus?!” came a youthful voice from behind me.

“Ha! There ye are!” say Angus

I turned to face the owner of the voice, and gawked at the man that had walked to us. He looked in his early or mid-twenties. He had short, messy dark hair, steel grey eyes, and very black lush lashes, olive skin (probably had Mediterranean origins). His feature were strong, yet refined. He was muscular, but not huge; probably a hair short of 200lbs., but it was distributed in quite an impressive way: broad shoulders, very narrow waist, and ripped beyond measure. His body made him look aggressive, almost like a predator, and it contrasted with his gorgeous and friendly face. He wore a tight red tank top and black loose jeans with sneakers. I noticed he was looking at me with the same intensity I was looking at him, a faint smile floating on his face. I suddenly felt very self-conscious.

“Hi I’m Kadar” he said extending his hand

“Alex” I said shaking his hand.

“Angus didn’t tell me he had a date. And quite a looker I must had,” he said grinning.

“He’s not my date.” Angus said. “the wee lad is all yers. See Alex, that’s the bloke I wanted ye to meet. I’m sure ye’ll get along fine,” He said, before leaving with a satisfied smile.

“I had no idea Angus opened a matrimonial agency,” I said, trying to break the ice.

“Neither did I, but this is a nice surprise,” he said, sitting next to me, so close our thighs touched. “Did you see that guy on the stage?! I heard he’s the latest work of the Dr. Levenez.”

“I’m quite positive it is,” I said. “Quite an impressive performance.”

“Yup. But just you wait, I’ll dwarf that guy. I have a meeting with Levenez next week. I’ll have him grow me huuuuuge. BOOM!” he said, hitting a most muscular.

“Wow, you’re quite serious about it! That’s so cool. I’m sure you’ll look stunning.” I said. “So, you’re a big boy in the making?”

“The biggest boy in the making,” he said, cheerfully. ”I take it you’re a muscle enthusiast?” he added, turning to face me.

“You have no idea,” I said, smiling softly.

I turned my head to the dance floor where the guys had started an orgy with an energy I had never seen before. I turned back to face Kadar who was looking in the same direction. He then turned to face me and smiled, raising his eyebrows.

“I’m not in the mood for promiscuous sex with random strangers, d’you wanna go in the upper lounge so we can have a civilized chat before ripping each other’s clothes off?” he asked.

“What a great idea,” I answered, leading the way.

We spent quite a while talking in the deserted lounge. With the loud music gone, I could fully appreciate Kadar’s melodious and sometimes husky voice. Kadar’s energy was contagious. We talked about his project of getting huge, and of various experiences we had. It was a lighthearted chat like I hadn’t had in awhile. He had no clue I’d be the one fulfilling his dream, and I took great fun in that. As we talked he moved closer and soon we were against each other talking about what we wanted in life. I don’t remember the detail of our conversation, just that it seemed so mundane, yet so intimate. It eventually gave in to an agreeable silence between us; the muffled throbbing of the music of the club wrapped us like blanket. Kadar slid his strong arm around me and as I turned to face him he moved in to kiss me and I happily returned the kiss. It was a tender kiss: slow, soft and long lasting. I think it could have gone on forever, if we hadn’t been interrupted by a very intentional cough. Is it possible to cough with a scottish accent, because I swear that’s what I heard.

Angus was a few feet of us with a fake smile on his face and mild discomfort in his eyes.

“Yer missing all the fun lads... well not all of it. obviously” he said.

“The fuck ye’re doing Alex, ye’re to give him a procedure next week!” he added through our ICT so Kadar wouldn’t here

“We were in the mood for something different” I answered

“You didn’t mind when I gave you procedure. Why does it matter to you?” I added dryly to Angus

“It’s not the same here”. “ye should join us, really”. “ye and him it’s not just sex”. The ICT and real conversation were starting to collide I realized he was probably having another heated ICT conversation with Kadar.

“Okay, can we stop those private conversations before Angus head explodes”. I said.

Angus looked relieved, and Kadar looked a little embarrassed. The big Scotsman took advantage of the momentarily calm to resume our ICT talk.

“Does he know how ye are?” he asked.

“No. And don’t you tell him. That’d change the way he looks at me.”

“He’ll know, sooner than later, ye daft arse. What if you were the one to change the way you look at him in the end,” he said calmly.

“I’ll leave ye to it lads, ye behave,” he said leaving.

“Damn that killed the mood.” Said Kadar as we headed towards the club exit “how about a proper date next Saturday? Without our ginger chaperon.”

“That’d be lovely, pick the place and I’ll pick you up. When do you see Dr. Levenez extraordinaire?” I asked mentally checking my appointment of next week.

“Monday afternoon. I might be a bit bigger for our date,” he said as we walked through the long corridor of the S.I.Z.E.

“you must be impatient.” I know I had never been that impatient for a Monday.

“I’m mostly apprehensive, this might be a little awkward. What if Levenez is an old creep?” he said.

I laughed “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” I reassured him.

We kissed again, he pulled me in holding me tight. I got hard and gently grinded my crotch against his waist.

“Someone’s happy. And clearly hung” he said.

We said goodbye and parted. I slept like the dead that night. For the first time in a while. I spent the rest of the weekend tidying up the ship and waiting for Monday afternoon. Angus sent several messages apologizing for being a bit rude back at the S.I.Z.E. and telling that Kadar was someone good and that I should take care of him. I found that endearing and told him I would.

I was fidgety all Monday morning, half expecting Karad not to come. And when his shuttle docked the ship I almost scared to death to confront him. I sent λ183 to greet him and direct him to the aquarium, a lounge suited underneath the swimming pool. It had a glass ceiling that also was the bottom of the pool, it cast a soft blue light on the white room with the pattern of moving water was caressing the whole scene. The furniture was white very round and luminescent adding the finishing touch to that eerie room. I never used that room for business it tended to distract people. Karad was to seat on a chair from which he couldn’t see the door.

I entered the room less than a minutes after him mustering all the courage I had in me and putting on the smuggest face I could.

“Good afternoon Mr. Karad Al Malik, I’m Dr. Alexandre Levenez. What brings you to me?” I said in a cheerful tone.

Karad jumped at the sound of my voice and turned to face me.

“You son a bitch! “ he exclaimed.

Karad looked mortified and I felt a little guilty about not telling him the truth straight away. I sat on the chair opposite to him. The distance between us felt weird, I wanted to tell him it was just a joke and hold him in my arms but I did not dare. He looked wounded, and his broad, ripped and powerful body reminded of a big cat ready to pounce and claw my face off.

“At least I’m not an old creep.” I offered.

“That’s still pretty fucking awkward mate,” he said looking away.

“Look, I’m sorry. I thought that would be a harmless joke. I was also a bit concerned you’d behave differently with me if you knew who I was. I like you.” I said trying to minimize the fact that was head over heels. “I don’t want us to be a doctor and his patient. I actually want to help you reach your goal, as a partner.” The word seemed off but it was awkward enough pouring my feelings out just after seeing the man for the second time in my life.

“We barely know each other, what if we’re not a match? I can’t accept a free ride from someone I can never repay.” he said turning to face me.

“you won’t owe anything to me, I just wanna help you, because I can. And if you want to leave after that because of... whatever reason, then so be it. “ I said softly. “I really liked what little time we spent together so far and I wanna give it try. I’d hate to regret not doing it. I’d hate to let you walked away as just another patient.”

Karad sighed after an excruciatingly long silence he looked at me and said “I like you too. “ the distance spreading across us was a nightmare. “you’re being awesome actually but it doesn’t make things easier... I sort of wanted not to tell you a few things about me. And now I have no choice. There are a few doctor offering the type of nanites interventions you do now. But they are not as good as you, even medical structures are lagging behind. And Just don’t want huge muscles and a huge dick. I want a real, beautiful dick” he said.

I could feel he was letting out deep fantasies, secret he would never confide in anyone else. I felt overwhelmed and I wanted him to know he could trust me.

“You came to the right person” I said.

“You’ll have your work cut out for you handsome,” he said, with a smirk.

“Test me,” I said, flatly

Karad’s face hardened, his frown carving a violent “V” line on his youthful face. That, combined with his light stubble, and he once again reminded me of an angry, big cat. He stood up and took off his shirt. He was dense, big for a lightweight bodybuilder, but with a very prominent V taper. His pecs were quite large for his size, and they cast heavy shadows on the upper row of his abs. His lower abs had a trail of short pubes that looked so soft disappearing into his pants. He opened his pants and got ready to pull them down, along with his boxers.

“Aren’t we supposed to have a date first?” I asked, trying to mask how stressed I was to see him naked.

He dropped his pants. And stood there, naked, looking at me with anticipation. To say Karad was gorgeous was an understatement, his body was the result of grueling workouts. It was sharp, ripped and powerful. Under his narrow waist were powerful legs, that formed a perfect counterweight to his broad shoulders. A light dusting of short dark hair was covering his legs, plexus, pecs and arm. He was exuding power, violence and sex. I let my gaze fell on his manhood.

It was 3 inches long and ½ an inch thick, it looked clean cut and pinkish. I was about to say that I had amazing results with guys less endowed when I realized, I wasn’t looking at a penis.

“Wow!” I breathed, in admiration. “You look amazing. I had no idea you were in transition!”

“I started quite a few years ago. Testosterone treatment and a couple of cycles of roids have done quite a wonderful job down there but there’s quite a lot of work still.”

“That should be easy, since it’s mostly rewiring and mild remodeling” I said, as I browsed personal notes from my studies and advanced articles on genital reassignation.

“Really?!” Karad asked, incredulously.

“Yeah, gimme half an hour and I should have a protocol ready. I think I even could build testes, sort of. They wouldn’t produce spermatozoids, but they’d produce seminal fluids and testosterone and later on we could grow them to match the rest of you... ...why don’t you take a dip while I work on that?” I said, pointing at the swimming pool above us.

“Yeah, I need to cool down a bit” he said.

He walked out of his clothes, leaving them in a balled mess on the floor and walked toward the door. On the other side, λ183 was waiting. He couldn’t fit through the door and was taking most of the space of the doorway.

“Enjoy being the big guy while you can. That won’t last” Karad said to λ183.

I watched his muscular ass as he left. Karad didn’t have a bubble butt. He had a very muscular ass, with carved in sides and fibers were apparent, even when he was relaxed. As he reached the doorway, he turned smiling at me, like he was about to say something and then left. I started pacing around the room, compiling data to form an intervention protocol. I was so absorbed in work that I almost didn’t notice the change in the pattern on the wall. I pulled back from my ICT and looked up to see the silhouette of Karad swimming he was graceful and powerful and I wanted nothing more than to satisfy his hunger for power and muscle, and to help him in his quest of exaggerated manliness.

It took me twenty minutes to get everything in order. By the time I was in the patio, Karad was sunbathing in a chaise longue.

“Shall we get started?” I asked.

“Let’s do this,” He answered.

“This might put a slight strain on your body, so we’ll have to have separate procedures for reassignation and growth. I’m going to build what I’d call a genital archetype. It’ll be a real penis, but pretty much non-descript. It’ll take a week or less for it to become fully functional and in that span it’ll change its appearance to assume its final shape. Questions.”

“Will I have foreskin?” his voice gave away his excitement.

“Yes. Unless you don’t want it.”

“I want foreskin!” he said, cheerfully.

We entered the white space of the forge and I went straight to the part of the wall where the hypodermic gun was. I retrieved it and moved back to Karad. As I got close to him, he pulled me in, hugging me tight and he kissed me deeply. He let go of me, I applied the gun on his arm and gave him his shot of nanites.

Karad’s data was being mapped. I crouched in front of him to see what I was doing. I could tell he was uneasy having me that close to his crotch in such circumstances. I started with the labia, sealing them and extending the skin to create a scrotum. Karad winced as his inside where remodeled in order to create a synthetic prostate and a set of balls. I rerooted several canals as I created a urethra at the end of what would soon be his dick. He sighed in relief once it was done.

“Hard part is over,” I said.

I than set out to achieve the transition of his clitoris to penis. It lengthened and widened. Soon, it was 5 inches long and almost two inch across. The tip now had a nice head, made with the soft sensitive skin. The shaft was smooth and regular and a nice fold of new skin appeared to sheath the head of Karad’s new penis. I tenderly cupped his brand new manhood, and cupped my own hard monster in my pants. I couldn’t resist giving him a little extra. Karad gasped as his balls grew to the size of eggs and his soft dick reach the 6 inches mark and over 2 inches across. I looked up to Karad he was heavily flushed, breathing hard, sweating. Had it been possible his dick would have been rock hard.

“It might be unpleasant, I know you must be extremely aroused, but it needs a little time to be fully functional. No masturbation for the upcoming week, avoid sexual stimulation, let it settle in. you might need some time to get used to pee with it, I hope you got a good aim because you’re quite a big boy.” I told him

He grabbed me and kissed me passionately, compressing the air out my lungs. The embrace lasted several minutes until I felt the his strength leave him. He was drained after the procedure.

“You can go rest in one of the rooms” I offered.

“Thanks but I think I’ll go home,” he said. “I don’t think I can stay close to you and avoid sexual excitation” he added, as he caressed the back of my head and kissed me again.

He left and I suddenly felt alone. We were both so tired and overwhelmed by what had happened, that we both forgot to schedule our date on Saturday. I refrained from sending a message to him to ask him. Karad was probably too harassed to think of that. In the evening Angus called me. I could tell he was dying to ask me what had happened with Karad.

“Sooooooo...,” he ventured after way too much idle chit chat.

“Sooooooo...” I echoed

“Ye and Karad.” he said. A silence followed.

“Go on. Ask your question” I pressed him

“Ye know.”

“I don’t, it’s is a rather vast subject ranging from innocent gossip to medical secret.”

“Are ye two together?”

“Errr I’d say yes. Or more accurately I hope we are ...or will be soon.” I heard Angus giggle like school girl. “Shut up” I snapped “look he was pissed at me for hiding how I was but at the same time there was quite a lot of kissing today. He also didn’t mention our date on Saturday but at the same time I haven’t mentioned it either.I’m a bit lost here I’ll tell you later.”

“I knew ye two’d get along. I just didn’t know how much” he said amused “don’t overthink stuff, I’m sure ye’re both knackered. He must have undergone quite a transformation and ye’re way out of yer comfort zone. Get some rest.”

I followed his advice and went to sleep. The next day I sent a message to Karad asking him where he wanted to go Saturday. It took almost the whole day before the answer came in. By that time I was almost desperate.

Hello handsome. I slept all day, I was exhausted. I can’t wait to see you Saturday. You said I could pick the place, can we go to the French unionship? I heard they got the best restaurant ever!

I booked a table in a small bistro I knew and answered Karad. I’d pick him at 8PM on Saturday. I was so excited I couldn’t sleep that night. The rest of the week seemed to stretch on and on forever, like I’d never reach Saturday. But I eventually reached it and as I was sipping my morning coffee I received a message from Karad. A simple picture. It had been taken while he was in bed, morning light bathing the whole scene in a soft warm that contrasted severely with the main subject of the photograph. From the short soft rug of his pubic hair, emerged a massive tower of flesh. Karad’s penis was at full mast, it looked huge and his shape was totally different from Monday. The foreskin had been totally peeled back by his erection, exposing the sensitive pink skin. The corolla of his cockhead was quite noticeable now and the head was looking slick and dramatically engorged. Beneath it, the shaft was adorned by thick angry veins and was thicker on the upper part beneath the glans, like a cobra. At its base, Karad’s balls looked slightly bigger than Monday. The scrotum was smooth and had a skin uncommonly regular and beautiful for that part of a manhood. It looked powerful and hard beyond measure. Like the rest of Karad, it evoked dominion, feral strength and largeness. Under the picture, a caption said:

I thought you’d want to see my very first morning wood. I’m saving my very first load for tonight ;)

I needed an emergency wank right away. Less than 1 minute later, I had relieved myself right on the kitchen floor.

At 8 P.M. sharp I was ringing at Karad’s door. He lived in a small flat in a popular district. I had dressed in matte black, latex slacks and a blazer with a nude gaze shirt, I had done my best to sculpt my short hair into a neat sideswipe. Karad opened the door straight away. He was dressed in slacks that hugged his powerful legs and made a show of his package. He had an extremely fitted dress shirt, a very very light shade of almond green, that he wore untucked. The collar was forced open by his bull neck, and his big pecs. I was speechless. He looked larger and more muscular than he did Monday, but I couldn’t tell if it was true, or just my mind playing tricks on me. We carefully moved close to each other and I stood on my toes to reach his lips for a kiss. His strong hands rested on my lower back. The soft kiss rapidly turned into something more savage, and the soft caress of his hands became an iron grip on my butt and my hips. He pulled me inside his flat and slammed the door.

He had me trapped in his grip like I was some sort of prey. He threw me on the couch, grabbed my ankles, spread my legs and moved on top of me. His hard bulge pressed against my crotch. He kissed me again, sloppy and strong. And then, murmured into my ear:

“I want to take you. Please.”

“I want you to take me.” I murmured back.

Karad face took that hard, feral mask that scared me and turned me on at the same time. He took my clothes off and then his. He stood in front of me so I could admire him. his muscular body was quite a sight, he had clearly worked the aesthetic aspect of it, his hard cock reached past his belly button. I sat in front of him, overwhelmed by the energy he exuded, and started to caress him, his rock hard abs. He shoved me back on my back in the couch and kneeled.

“I’ll have you worship me later,” he growled. “I’ve got needs to take care of first,” he rasped.

He then shoved his face between my buttcheecks and started rimming me. I howled with surprise and delight. This was some expert, unashamed ass eating, and I was soon squirming in Karad’s grasp, begging him to fuck me.

He positioned himself on top of me, as I laid on my back with my legs up. He dominated me with his large body, filling my field of vision. Karad was like a muscular sky above my head. He aligned the tip of his cock to enter me, and as he did, he started to pant. His mouth was wide open and his face contorted, as he took in the new overwhelming feeling of penetrating someone with his body. He slid himself in, a look of surprise on his face. Karad felt big inside me, red hot and hard. And soon, he was in to the hilt. his soft pubes against me. He swallowed hard.

“I... I... won’t last. I can’t...” he said between ragged breath

And with that he pulled almost totally out of me and slammed back in. I shouted as he punched my prostate on the way, making me feel like nothing but a hole. He slammed himself in a second time, even stronger and then a third time at full force. Then, he convulsed, as I felt my insides get filled with a large amount of hot cum. Karad’s eyes were shut tight, drool was dripping on me from his opened mouth, uncontrollably jerky and giving forceful shallow thrusts like he was trying to shoot even more semen inside me.

He slowly come to his senses. He looked about to collapse on top of me, maintaining his posture over me with whatever strength he had left in him. he looked at me and balancing the weight of his body on his right arm he moved his left hand to my face. Wiping the tears that had formed under the force of his fucking.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry... I am... I couldn’t control myself...” Karad started to panic, still holding my face in his strong hand

“I’m fine. More than fine actually. It was just so strong... and so good.” I breathed.

Karad giggled out of relief. ”Well, sorry I didn’t last long,” he said.

“It’s a question of training. And believe me, I’ll make sure you get plenty of exercise. And I won’t go easy on you,” I said, squirming under him expertly to get his penis out of me.

Karad was momentarily thrown off balance by the feeling of me moving around his dick but he quickly regained his senses and violently pinned me under him. he gave me a nasty smile and violently pulled out of me with a disgustingly hot suction noise. He then crossed his arm on top of my chest and started pressing on me with all his weight. He had a soft tender look on his face as my breathing became shallow due to the pressure on my lungs. He leaned to my face and tenderly kissed my lips and my neck. That display of strength and domination got me so horny I was harder than I ever was and leaking as I grinded against Karad.

“Good luck with that pretty boy. I’m quite the tough guy as you’ll find out. Not that you seem to mind.” he said lifting himself so I could breathe again. “Don’t worry, I’d never hurt you, I got quite an amazing control of my strength,” he said as he embraced me and cuddled me softly. “now, why don’t we take care of that” he said squeezing my hard monstercock.”you’re so big, I can’t wait to be that big or bigger” he added.

He got up and started to flex. He was clearly trained in bodybuilding posing. The sweat dripping on his body made him look even more impressive. His flexed his left biceps, the muscle rounding up.

“Why don’t you come closer and worship your man.” Karad said softly and firmly.

I got up and moved close to him I started caressing him with on hand, burying my face in his pit and sniffing his manly odor. He flexed his arms as I caressed him and then flex his pecs, they were magnificent, square and proeminent. The pink nipple at their bottom facing down due to the mass of muscle behind them. He grabbed the back of my head and directed me to it. I started sucking on his nipple and as I heard him moan in delight, I shoot a copious load on his leg. He pulled me up for a kiss and hold me in his arms lovingly.

“I’m hungry, do you think we’ll make it on time to the restaurant” he asked with genuine concern in his voice.

“Yeah. Let’s shower and head out.”

Twenty minutes later we were in the faubourgs of the French Union Ship. We both had ditched the clothes we originally planned to wear (they were balled up and covered with various bodily fluids in Karad’s living room) and were wearing jeans and T-shirts that seemed to be the only articles of clothing Karad owned. It hugged him in all the right place while it looked baggy and ill-fitting on me and my hair had was back to my habitual messy style.

“You’re much less intimidating dressed like that. I like it” he said mockingly.

“Don’t get used to it.”

We had finally reached the bistro. Karad was like a kid in a candy store, watching the faux-streets of the ship build to look like Haussamaniens streets of Paris back on earth. Or so I heard, since I have never seen earth. The whole string had building of stone and zinc with a design that predated the stellar era. Above the streets was a huge dome with stained glass forming an art deco floral picture. Some tile were colored and some other were showing the galaxies behind them the whole thing stretched across the whole block. It was the perfect place for a first date.

The whole evening was amazing. Karad was funny and lovely we talked about many things including his obsession with size and his need to be larger. I could tell he was happy he had find someone that understood his inclination and was supporting him. it was strangely arousing watching him gorge himself on food as he told me all that. He confided he loved dominating smaller guys and apologized for maybe being a little bit rough with me. I reassured him and by the time we were back out in the streets it was clear to each other that we were a perfect match. He took me in his arm I felt his food stretched belly press against me.

“I’m so stuffed you almost feel smaller,” he said delighted

I turned in his arms facing him and embracing him. I rested my face against his pecs and said. “why don’t we go to my place, so I can actually grow some more.

Part 5

Later that night...

I was laying on my back on the floor of the forge, and Karad was thrusting into me, and panting like an animal, while unloading an ungodly amount of cum inside me. The nanites had finished mapping him and we were ready for it .

“How much do you think I’ll grow?” he asked, breathless.

“I haven’t even checked your coef... let me see.”

“The higher the better, is that it?”

“Pretty much,” I said, shivering as his cum overflowed from my insides, dripping on the floor.

For the first time the number that came up had three digits: 100%. Karad was a statistical and physiological impossibility. I just stared dumbfounded at the number. Karad ‘s dick hadn’t softened after the orgasm and it got even harder inside me, forcing more cum out. The dripping sensation called me back to reality.

“How good is that?” he asked.

“I have never seen anything like that. I have no idea how far I can take this...” I confessed.

“Do you wanna find out?” he asked mischievously.

“There is nothing I want more than this. Though I must warn you, we are entering unknown terriority, you might not even look human once I’m done.” I felt Karad throb inside me. ”Well, you don’t seem to mind,” I said cheerfully. “My processes are rigged with a failsafe, so it’ll notify me if we are nearing a state where your body isn’t able to sustain itself anymore. The moment we get an alarm we stop. Growth can be intoxicating, that could be a terrible mix with your err dominant side.”

I felt Karad’s eyes linger on my neck that must still have had some mark from him choking me while we fucked a few minutes earlier. He had the decency to blush a little.

“Remember you’re filled with nanites and I control them. The moment I feel threatened, I’ll shut everything down and immobilize you.” Karad looked utterly shocked.

“I want you to immobilize me, but I want you to do it by inflating my muscles and dick, not by tasing me,” he said sitting down and holding me impaled on his spear. “I’ll be a good boy” he said playfully, bobbing me up and down his dick, making me squirt more of his cum out with a wet suction sound. He giggled.

“Anything you want in particular?” I asked.

“Yeah, don’t grow me up, I just want muscles. And take it slow, this could be the last time I can penetrate you. I wanna savor every second of it.”

I nodded, and with that, I set to work. Karad stats were 5’9; roughly the same as me, and 203 lbs of pure ripped muscle, with a 9 inch penis. I grew his dick to 12 inches in a whim. He gasped, but recovered quite quickly. Karad stood, lifting me at the same time, so that he stayed inside me. The extra inches made that easier.

“From now on, you’re officially bigger everywhere.” I said.

I slowly started to grow him, as he fucked me gently. His legs were getting thicker and thicker and soon, he was supporting both our weights without a strain. They were almost as thick as his waist to begin with, but now it was clear they were getting larger. His shoulders bulked out, slowly making him wider and wider. His arms also increased in size, his growing triceps creating quite an insane bulk. He had crossed the 300 lb. threshold and was just getting started, and he was already looking like a heavyweight bodybuilder.

As his muscles kept growing, I also slowly increased his dick inside me. Slowly, so that I could keep him inside me as long as I could. As he neared 400 lbs, he was 12½ inches. He was starting to look freakish, his body covered in a bulging mass of fibrous muscles. As he grew past the 400 lb. mark, his body slowly crept toward inhuman grounds. His waist was still thin, but layers of abdominal muscles, intertwined in each other, made sure it could sustain his whole body. It connected to his lats and flared into the most impressive V shape I had ever seen, and it was growing by the second. His pecs were massive. They created a deep cleavage and the fibers split them into an almost geometric pattern, his nipples had grown a little and were forced downward by the gigantic mass of his pecs. His traps had rose up and encased his bull neck. Underneath his waist, his legs where each half as thick as his waist, rippling with cords of muscles half bent due to their size. Karad blasted another load inside me, he howled as more than a liter of cum was poured inside me. His body tensed and as he spasmed from the orgasm, his growth accelerated. It ripple through his whole body, I could hear each wave course through his body, a stretching muffled noise came at each twitch. It was too much for me and I came too. In the span of a minute Karad had broke the 500 lb. mark. On his untouched height, it was sheer insanity.

Still growing he pulled out of me. A torrent of cum escaped from inside me as he put me down on my feet. I could see him in all his massive, still-growing glory. His shoulder were as wide as he was tall. Arms akimbo, due to his hypertrophied muscles, his lats flaring connected to his obliques in an intricate pattern. His pecs were a gigantic entanglement of muscular beams, subduing under each other and formed two massive slabs jutting more than 5 inches from his chest and casting a dark shadow on his torso. His tapered waist ended in a dramatically V shaped Adonis belt from which his now 13+ inch cock swung, the balls behind were orange size and starting to sag a little. They were framed by massive quads. The fibrous muscle mass formed prominent drops adorning his legs. The mass of his body forcing his legs to be slightly bent. He looked like a savage, overgrown beast, and atop that violently massive body, his gorgeous face, made even squarer with muscle, was supported by the massive column of his neck. He was smirking as he adjusted his stance deliberately when he closed in on 600 pounds.

“Get on your back, legs in the air handsome. Time for the pounding of a lifetime,” he said, throbbing with power and growth

I did as told and soon he was on top of me, his arms fully extended to prevent his physique from crushing me. He speared me through my ass with his pulsing, growing dick. It was so long and hard, I didn’t even had to lift my back to stay in position. I was stuffed in the angle he needed me to be. The view was mind-boggling, muscles were everywhere I watched, pulsating, growing, expanding. As he pounded rhythmically, his physique grew bigger still. He regularly adjusted his stance, his legs were grating the floor like he was some raging bull. His pecs were inexorably growing toward my face. His arms starting to bend, as Karad’s pecs forced them apart and his very biceps started to get in the way too. As he shattered the 700 lb. mark, his pecs reached my face, threatening to suffocate me in his cleavage, while the now almost 15 inch long, 5½ thick dick was keeping me pinned under him.

“Karad!” I called nervously “It’s getting cramped down here! You’re about to crush me” the end of my sentence was muffled as his muscle engulfed me.

I heard and felt a deep laugh as Karad rolled on the side to prevent me from getting crushed by his growing physique. I screamed in pleasure as his dick forced me to follow the movement and shoot another cataclysmic load inside me . One on his huge hands reached to stroke my side (at the cost of much effort) as he breathed heavily from the orgasm.

“Told you. I like it rough but I’d never hurt you,” he said, forcing his gargantuan body in a seated position.

His finger lingered on my abs deformed by the massive penis invading me. Karad was well over 800 lbs now and showing no sign of slowing down. I started reinforcing his bones, internal structures and organs for him to sustain that mass. All along, I was pleasuring myself and Karad by slowly moving up and down on his huge pole.

At 900 lbs, he was ready to grow even more, his back was starting to be noticeable, even when facing him it was starting to reach the base of his head reaching outward.

“Karad, you’re already the most muscular man in the universe.” I felt his dick twitch in delight, it was like a burning tremor within me at his size. “I think I can grow you even more,” another twitch, I gasped. “but your body will undergo severe modifications to accommodate more muscle there is no going back and no way to say how you’ll look,” I said calmly.

“Alex, I’m more concerned about you. If I grow again I think I’ll lose whatever mobility I have left. And you’ll have to take care of me I’ll just be a monstrous mountain of muscle with a gigantic dick, unable to move. This... This is what I want, what I wanted since I’m a kid, to be that extreme, stupidly huge behemoth... But I can’t force the responsibility on you . We just met and uhnnn!!” his speech was cut short, as a growth spurt hit him.

“Don’t worry about all that. Let’s just grow you,” I said.

With Karad still inside me I pushed him past the 1000 lbs mark, with a 17 inch long, almost 7 inch thick cock. I felt stretched beyond measure, and felt Karad’s heartbeat resonate inside me, through his dick. Karad was starting to change his shape as his muscle mass reached a ridiculous size. Back traps and shoulder now so hypertrophied they reached higher than his head, preventing it to move by more than 10° in any direction. His arms so full of muscle started raising higher than the 45° mark. His pecs now so huge they were almost as thick as his torso was underneath them. They hung slightly rounding down, due to their insane weight, and their delicious gumdrops nipples were almost hidden under the bulging mass of ripped muscles. His torso tapered into what looked like a small waist but Karad was now so humongous his waist was already probably over 50 inches. His legs were forced apart by his soccer balls sized testes, they were twice as thick as his waist now, with delicious cords of muscle rippling alongside them.

“MAKE ME BIGGER! PLEASE MAKE ME BIIIGGGGEEEER!” Karad growled his dick throbbing inside me.

He flexed his muscles, he could barely move but I could see him tense various muscle groups. His muscle control was amazing. He did a pec bounce that got me cuming without touching myself. First his left pecs rippled the mass of sinewy muscle raising hiding half of his head the sound of the fibers grinding against each other could be heard. Then he relaxed it the massed fell back in position boucing slightly before assuming his relaxed form. He did the same with the right and I was like hypnotized.

I barely even registered my belly stretching under the pressure of the 18 inches of cock invading me.

As Karad reached 1100 lbs, I realized that he was now so big that the extra hundred of pounds was barely noticeable. He noticed it too, I saw his face harden in that feral masked that made him look so bad and so hot. His whole body flexed, in a symphony of muscular display. Everything bulged and striated. The ungodly sight would have scared any sane person, yet I was impaled on the behemoth’s dick, drinking in the view.

“DON’T SLACK OFF. GROW ME MORE!” He growled, playfully twitching his dick inside me.

I screamed of pleasure as the gigantic member tensed and relaxed inside me. He let out a deep sneer as he shook my whole body with his penis.

“COME ON HANDSOME. GIVE MORE.”

I picked the pace growing him to 1200 lbs in a matter of seconds, then to 1300 lbs. I was expecting alerts to flash any second to say his exaggerated hugeness was nearing failure. But it didn’t happen. Even as we crossed the 1400lbs line.

“YES! YES! THAT’S IT MAN! MAKE ME BIGGER.”

Karad let out a massive roar as he came once again inside me. The amount of cum was beyond anything I’d have thought. The pressure inside me was almost unbearable. And most of the cum was immediately expelled out of me, squirting out of my ass in high pressured squirts. Red numbers started to pop around my body. The now 19 inch dick and his pressure orgasm were taking me to the limit. Karad saw it and started to panic. He tried to reach for me but at now 1500 lbs it was impossible for him to move. His whole body tensed in a vain attempt to reach for me. He started sweating profusely due to the effort.

“GET OFF ME! I’M HURTING YOU!” He shouted with a unexpectedly powerful deep voice “I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO” He panted regaining control of his voice, but still panicked.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry, I can fix it” I smiled “I need a bit of training that’s all”.

The number were slowly returning to acceptable level. I would not withstand another of his orgasm without major adjustments on my body. But there was no way I was pulling out now. As Karad reached 1600 lbs, the gains once again where less visible and I accelerated his growth again. At that stage, Karad was just growling gibberish, a low rumbling mantra about growing more and more. At 1700 lbs, his body started showing signs of reaching his maximum size for this structural height (his actual height must have been close to 7 feet as his muscle reached higher than his head did). 1900 lbs was soon pulverized and his growth slowed dramatically. We were reaching his maximum potential. We both realized it. Karad snapped back to his senses.

“MORE! PLEASE GIMME MORE! I NEED MORE” he cried.

I forced more growth into him, inflating each muscle indivually, making his whole body swell just a little bit more. He looked out of this world. His gorgeous face inlaid in a wall of pulsating muscle. His back was rising so high, it was pressing on his traps, the sinewy wave stretched for several feet on each sides before crashing against the gigantic shoulder, each muscular beam of his shoulders exaggerated to the max. from them his arms extended almost parallel to the floor due to his massive flaring lats and to shear size of his arms. At the thickest, they were somewhere around 70 inches cold, his triceps bulged so far away they prevented any movement, and his bis were fighting against his lats and his pecs. His forearms where a collection of fat cords of muscle tapering into massive hand. Karad hands were also impacted by the growth each muscle could be seen through the skin. So big he could barely move his fingers. Karad’s pecs reached his chin and covered half of his torso. They were beyond any measure they had a cleavage that could swallow my body and each one was carved following the several beams of muscle. His torso was as intricate as ever, each oblique and ab exaggerated to massive proportion and subduing under numerous other muscles. It was like new muscles had formed to sustain the megastructure of his body. They all converged into his plexus. Karad’s leg were forming a 90° angle as he sat due to theire size each thigh was thick than his monstrous waist, rippling with muscle so exaggerated they blocked any movement. Massive teardrop shapes forming at his knees. The bulbous mass of muscle preventing the articulation to move in anything then the slight angle it had. His calves so big they lifted his legs from the floor they spitted into two massive globes of muscle. Karad’s feet where huge and like his hands deformed by overdeveloped muscle. Emerging from his pelvis Karad’s genitalia was a glorious sight 23 inches, long 8½ thick, I could tell the very shape of the stake impaling me. The profiled head flaring in crown the cobra shaped shaft below it, every finger thick snake-like vein pulsating angrily. Karad had finally surpassed the metric ton, 2016 lbs to be precise. The gigantic mass of muscle shivered, karad was about to cum once more. I swiftly hoisted myself from the massive pal just in time to witness the first tidal of cum escape the glorious spear. It crashed on the ceiling, the wall, the floor, and was followed by many more. In the end, the gigantic Karad had flooded the forge. He was slowly falling asleep, drained from the growth and multiple orgasms.

I stayed up late that night, fixing my body, making it to accommodate my creation’s penis. Karad snored softly which contrasted with the bloated mass of ripped muscle he had become. He was radiating heat and power like no one would ever. Once I was done I climbed on top him and fell asleep sheltered by his pecs.

The next day were quite busy. I had to close the forge, Karad couldn’t be moved from it. A quantic battery was installed on Karad because no amount of eating could sustain him. I set up an emergency forge that over the month became a new fully functional one. The former forge became Karad’s room. We had to build it around him I used the nannite support system as way to monitor his health and maintain his size. First we had to force the ton heavy behemoth standing that was the hardest part and it took a whole day. After that remodeling the room was easy. A window showing the galaxy outside and the ships cruising by was installed. As well as a Mass Data ICT Router, the ICT network was his only way to get out of his room. I also had drains installed and a water hose to clean Karad and the room. The latest add-on was a sort of remote controlled penis pump in which Karad could relieve himself if needed. His needs were off the charts and no man could suffice him. I’d often find him spent with an over bloated cock from abusing the masturbator.

Over time, our mutual attachment had grown. I rarely slept in my room, most of the time I’d just curl up on my gigantic boyfriend. Our friends would often visit (I had clothes tailored to make decent once in a while).Those days we were even planning to get married. I remember as we were planning the event, he chuckled, his whole shook behind me. I pressed him to tell me what was amusing him.

“I WAS THINKING YOU COULD GROW ME UP A LITTLE. YOU KNOW AS A WEDDING PRESENT.”


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